Maybe she's so quiet - not because she's angry - but because she has nothing left to say.
Maybe she's not smiling - not because she's unfriendly - but because she's so very sad.
Maybe she's not singing - not because she's ungrateful or unworshipful - but because she's afraid if she opens her mouth to make a sound, she'll cry.
Maybe she's standing so still, so rigid, so closed off - not because she's hostile - but because she's learned that by holding still she can hold in her emotions.
Maybe she's not making eye contact - not because she's aloof - but because she's afraid.
Maybe she's not saying anything - not because she's angry - not because she's even sad anymore - but simply because she's run out of words to say.
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