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What some do with ease,
She can never do as well.
What some can say to please,
She can never tell.

It’s the fate of all introverts.
It’s the thin membrane
That separates them from extroverts,
The reason why they’re not the same.

Her silence is misunderstood;
They think she’s cold and arrogant.
If she had the words to explain she would;
Too bad murmuring isn’t elegant.

She’s not trying to be distant,
She’s not acting cool.
Her attempts are sadly hesitant,
But she’s not a fool.

So for what she can’t say,
She writes them down carefully.
She prays that soon one day,
Her hopes will turn into reality.

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