Voice
A voice.
Such a small thing inside.
It can be whisper,
Or a scream.
It can be written
And it can be seen.
But I cannot live
Without mine.
It is the gift
Each of us is born with.
But not everyone
Uses it.
It is the power
To change.
It is a voice.
And I cannot live
Without mine.
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