in this suffocating silence
talking is the only way to save what we have but
I'm running out of things to say
I have trouble staying quiet
not because there are a lot of things I've left unsaid
but because the silence is too painful to bear
you say nothing but
at the same time, you're saying
everything.
all the words you won't utter
are being heard through the very act
of keeping your mouth closed.
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