Not a “peeple” person.

Though quietly hidden and really quite shy, I observe everything I see and reflect before choosing to speak. My voice crashes on crumpled paper instead of leaving my chords. I rythme what I think and sing how I feel. The girl in the corner, searching for a pen; not needing a friend. I am never alone, but always at peace. I have plenty to say, but I keep it to me.

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