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The Difference

Thick bricks blockade my inside laughs.

Others giggle, I stare.

Mom says it's a new page being turned

But my inside chattering thinks otherwise.

“At least try,” they say,

But I retract from the thought.

I used to greet with a smile,

I used to talk with a squeak,

I used to run with pride.

Now,

Thick bricks blockade my inside laughs. 

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