I grew up in the stairwell hearing fights in the kitchen I never could talk loud enough so I learned how to listen I'm good at being small I'm good at needing nothing at all I find my place in other people's shadows Leave the party late, break down crying on the way home And you call me, you tell me, I listen intently I wait for you to ask me How is it you forgot how to speak? But you don't This fanfic is based off Eliza McLamb's song Speak. Please go listen to the song and support the artist!All Rights Reserved
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