I never speak. I never sigh. I never say anything, and no one asks why. But when I speak, it's as if I never made a sound. Not even a peep. As if my words were muffled, by a hand over my mouth. As if I were invisible to the human eye. A ghost that's yet to die.
But when you made me known and you had the heart to show me, I became a glutton.
I wanted to be out and not shut in. Every thing and pers...
