My Own Voice
thelastdreamer1927
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I used to be a happy person.
I used to sing all the time.
I used to stand up for people when they needed it.
I used to have a voice, my voice.
That's when the curse set in. Now, I can't be heard. I am mute.
I was going somewhere with my music. I could've been famous.
Screw the curse.