When all your systems shut down,
You cannot speak.
Yet in your head,
The conversation goes on.
They,
The ones who love you,
Ask questions:
You cannot answer,
Will not answer,
Or are so upset,
(Because they know you are mute,
But persist in the incessant ridiculous questioning,
And back you into a corner)
That you will EXPLODE!
If you answer.
And then you will be ashamed.
Because it is not their fault.
That you are full.
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