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I Stay Quiet For A Reason
They wonder why I'm quiet...
They wonder why I don't show my feelings...
They wonder why I listen to everyone's problems...
They don't see the scars that I hide and hurt that I have felt...
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It happens so quickly...
What happened to my childhood?
Where did it all go?
I swear it was right there...
All my self-confidence, my imagination, my courage, my creativity...
But it all just disappeared...
Loves
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Where I Keep My Heart
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
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