In The Silence

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Anxiety turns to anger.
Silence turns to danger.

When will my words be heard,
without having to be laced with anger?

When will my words be heard, without having to be laced with anger?

For too long I've sat behind in the shadows.
Allowing my voice to go unheard.

But no longer will I wither,
I demand my words to be heard.

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