Silence has been around,
For way too long now.
There is so much to say,
But to whom?
Filtering and brewing,
Our thoughts like coffee.
All we end up saying?
Only that tastes good!
The residue left behind,
Has started to pile up.
Of feelings and desires,
Of truth and opinions.
But who wants the taste,
Of an unfiltered thought?
Why does it feel so normal?
To say, yet not to!
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