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If I really wanted to let you know all my flaws I would
but that would let the silence left me misunderstood
If there were no time for quiet how would you judge me
but then again your judging me is no guarantee
you could simply accept the person you have received
but the silence does it best, and I am deceived
so as we walk alone and that moment comes at long last
I fill the silence with that of nonsense of present, future, and past
it has won again my devious conscience has won
and yet, for now, the silence is done
Abby Randell
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