People

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They didn't say anything.
But I felt it.

The words they held back
Whisper in my ear
When I try to sleep.

Each consonant
Claws at my cheek
Where tears trekk.

Every vowel reveals
What they want me
To think-
To feel.

My voice
Isn't my own.
Not anymore.
It hasn't been
For a while.

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