My Voice

The sarcasm in my “uh-huh”s

Whether I intend it or not

The sadness in my “sure”s

Accepting things

 

The emotion in my voice is not foretold in any story of my history

But who wrote about me? Anyway, I just want to go on a walk most of the ti m  e .  .  .

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