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Days have turned into a week and still
Nothing but gurgles, cracks and croaks,
A struggle to force air out of a narrow path
Or create any vibrations in my throat
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A dark angel came in and stole my voice
That’s the only explanation that I have,
I am being punished for pretending for so long
That I didn’t have one inside
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It’s true, I tried to strangle it
Afraid of what others may think,
But recently I took command of it
And fell in love with the parts that make it unique
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It’s small and silvery nature
Which make it light and pleasant,
Made me realize there’s nothing wrong
with me embracing that quiet storm
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I allowed the words to leave my mouth
For the wind to carry it away,
To allow the musical notes of my throat
To be shared in every single way
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