We are the same.

What’s the point of being able to speak

If no one else can understand the words


I guess the vibrations of my voice might be

comforting

or

soothing

or

frightening


I could shout and have you jump

Or whisper and have you draw near


Your curiosity wanting to know


Of all the tiny vibrations that can tell a thousand stories that have yet to happen

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