people called me quiet so often that i started mistaking it as my name.

a poem about the way who i am was always wrong in their eyes.

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my name is alayna,

but i used to get called quiet so often

that i may as well have been christened

inaudible at birth.

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com ♡

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