When I open my mouth, it hurts to know that maybe what I say will not be accepted as the truth. I don’t lie to you because I care what you think about me; I shouldn’t give a shit but how can I not wonder what you are thinking all the time. My consonants and vowels are condemned by the look on your face, but when I am silent, you don’t even notice me.
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