Silence

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My thoughts were an ocean deep,

Some are toxicate and some are dignified,

But the only thought I spilled is a drop,

So pure and clean,

In case frustration built a wall,

And separate us apart,

In case hurt blade your heart,

And left you crying,

In case mistakes haunt my sleep,

And the road I chose had no turn back,

Just in case my kingdom crumpled,

Silence has always become my first choice.

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