I hear my silence talked of in every lane;
The suppression of a cry is itself a cry of pain.
I am... me. No matter what I say or do, I'm still me. That 's what my father told me once. The things I feel, the things I do... Being a citizen, Being a man, being loved and blessed by my many... when all those things come together, they make up "me." I'm just me.
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