Silence
Silence was everything, silence was key
Not saying anything, quiet was peace
Speech made me queasy, my voice was irrelavent
keeping silent was easy, it worked to my benefit
but peace was disturbed, I had no other choice
my speech has returned, I must speak with my voice.
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