I shartter in silence deep within;
the unspeakable I hid they cannot deem.
Their understanding of my truth is a bit too small; I build myself back and take all the control.
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I shartter in silence deep within;
the unspeakable I hid they cannot deem.
Their understanding of my truth is a bit too small; I build myself back and take all the control.