The silence

It's just another random poem thing.

She doesn't just hear the silence she feels it.
When she trys to hide her face.
It's the best thing to do she always thinks because if i tell someone i'll be a grass. No one likes a grass.
But no one likes me now.
What will be the diffrence.
Try and make the right decision because all of them count.

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oooooooooh! grass??? who's hatin on grass? I love grass its nice and smells good if not freshly cut i get nausea smelling freshly cut grass yuck :P