Wallflower

I am the quiet.
The one that whispers in the shadows, unsure of her own voice.

I am the therapy doll.
My lips are mostly sewn shut or sometimes I lack of one. I know of many secrets but speak of none.

I am anything you want me to be.
I flow, bend and take no form. A mirror or what you are.

But nothing of herself.

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