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My breath can no longer be hold
it has to be spill verbally,
no whisper could cherish this
more witnesses should be gathered.
No more secrets causing headaches,
less frustrations to rely on in doubts,
at ease with clues potraying me in facts,
at peace with the true scream within.
No more euphemisms filling rumors,
false interpretations based on lack of informations.
The reality of things will divulge the bright truth
of an enduring shout on this soundful day.
So out must be the best way to speak my words,
If my life is sentenced to be directed through
The Mumbled convictions of a tuned heart,
my voice has to be heard, even by the deaf.