A voice.

Such a small thing inside.

It can be whisper,

Or a scream.

It can be written

And it can be seen.

But I cannot live

Without mine.

It is the gift

Each of us is born with.

But not everyone

Uses it.

It is the power

To change.

It is a voice.

And I cannot live

Without mine. 

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