Trapped in silence

Silence, Silence, every were,
Silence, Silence, Im gunna pull out my hair,
Not talking, Still working,
I think my voice is going come lerking,
If I dont stop now,
Then I will have to move to lau,
I NEED TO TALK OR ELSE

Poem by brooke about doing not talking for her 40 hour famine

poem by Bro Oke
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