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Life as a Silent


Quiet,

Silence,

Is over balance.

In the corner,

Never saying word.

In the corner,

Not me to be heard.

Them, Always mean,

Them, Never nice,

Me, Always in the corner, 

Me, quieter than mice.

Quiet,

Silence,

That is my life,

No reliance.

If you read this,

It means a place,

Were I can,

Have lots and lots of space.

But still be heard,

And still spread word.

Quiet,

Silence,

My life,

No reliance. 

 

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Samulel7
<p>Thank you for reading my poems.</p><p>Spread this poem so others will understand what people whosit in corners feel.</p><p>I know this because I am one of these people and I say to show people you care for them and they can come out of that shell.</p><p>Sincerely,</p><p>Serenity (Samulel7)</p>

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