So often she bites her tounge,
To hold back the things that she can never say,
The things that would push away everyone she cares about,
Not asking for what she cannot live without,
Because enough is never enough for her,
She fears she will become mute,
From everything she will not say,
Will lose the ability to speak,
Because she can never say,
What she needs to say
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