The choice of no choices:
Surely I’ve said it here before,
Thinking that I’m thoughtless,
Faceless evermore;
That my voice becomes voiceless
The moment it is heard,
And everything I wish
Is best not pandered with a word;
And all my silly choices
Are no better than what’s gone before;
So what’s the point in raising voices?
It won’t help me be heard more.
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