Something Different
You had said:
"One would be hasty in their choice.
A book, a journal, a thought, an idea,"
instead of something we need.
So I choose, without a doubt, my voice.
Without it, I cannot ask.
I cannot speak.
I cannot express what must be said.
I am silent, a mummer, a mime at best,
Without it I die an unheard death.
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