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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