A heart.
A dream.
A love.
Who tells the truth?
Dare I dream again?
The curse of the silent
Is to watch our dreams break.
But the curse of the loud
Is to see others cry.
The blessing of the silent
Is to hear and know everything.
The blessing of the loud
Is to make their dreams true.
To be silent,
To be loud-
Leave me be.
Let me mourn my loss.
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