She sits in deafening silence
with the pen firmly in her grip
debating whether her next words
will be subtle or deep.

So many sentences
already cover the page
she is so eager to fill.
She knows what people think
when they first read them,
making her loathe to continue her story.

Compelled to release all the thoughts in her head,
she puts the ink to the paper,
and after a slight pause,
begins to write,
the words pouring into lines she can see
and make sense of,
silencing the noise inside.

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