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I'm afraid to make noise in the silence,
I'm afraid that I'll be heard loud and clear,
But not in the way I want it to be,
I'm afraid to spell out my name,
I'm afraid to voice out my opinions,
My ultimate fears and dying hopes,
My heart has kept it buried deep inside,
It wants to resurface and give birth to new hopes and new strengths but I'm afraid that it'll be just a lonely cause and I'll be unheard again.
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© Krishna Parmar
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