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Thoughts floundered

As words aren't spoken

"I'm not a shy girl"

She wishes she'd said



Words pounded

In my skull, broken

"I'm not a shy girl"

She thinks with dread



What happened?

Has my tongue been stolen?

"I'm not a shy girl"

Obviously upset



All of it sounded

So good, like she could say it openly

"I'm not a shy girl"

Yet cursed, her words are dead



Very well rounded

Says please tell me you're joking

"I'm not a shy girl"

This time she pled



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