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                 (Chapter 19)

I am quite most of the times.
I just stare and think.
My words gets frozen within my lungs
And I believe my thoughts are deadly
And there's probably a quarantine.
Surrounding my lungs.
People tend to ask me, "why are you so quiet?"
I just smile, laugh, and shrug.
I am quite most of the times
But my mind is
Loud
My mind is
Screaming
I wish I weren't quite
I wish I shared my emotions easily.
I don't know how to start.
My words gets frozen within my swollen lungs.