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Silence.

Mind talking, thoughts stalking…then I heard something beautiful…the voice in my head using my mouth to ask the question.

The Question I needed to ask myself most, but was unable to hear.

What is it inside of me that keeps yelling?

It is the one who was told so long ago to be silent, to never say a word, to live in quiet amongst the soundless screams.

Rebellious yelling.

I will not be scared into silence. I will not run into the darkness. Will you hear me?

Will you interpret my bellows and lift your voice to the creator to set me free?

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