Sing With Your Heart
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I was told as a child that I was not to speak unless I'd been spoken to. I was told that my opinion didn't matter. So I kept quiet. Never opened my mouth in school, at home, anywhere. People found me weird and didn't understand why I didn't talk. But thankfully, choir saved me.
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The Silent Melody
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