271.) Fear

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I used to talk a lot, I really don't anymore. I kinda just keep my head down... keep staring at the floor. Each time I open my mouth, I get shut down. Then find every way to make me look like a clown. Then I become quiet, and slowly disappear. I guess it's better to be brave and alone, than to be around those you fear.

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