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In a world where silence echoes louder than spoken words, I thread a fabric of questions, a puzzle of unseen struggle. Beneath the surface of smiles, I conceal untold stories, A young heart yearning for acknowledgment in a symphony of overlooked whispers. But mom, don't you notice when my smile hides sad moments? Am I just a picture, waiting for your nod of approval? But world, can't you hear my whispers in the quiet, Do my efforts go unnoticed, like footprints in the sand? But dad, where are you when I need a hand to hold, Do you know the gaps your silence left behind? But teachers, do you see the effort in my questions, Am I just another face in the crowd, lost and unseen? But friends, can you feel the weight in my quiet, Do you see the real me behind the laughter? But, in the last part, can't you feel the chains breaking, As I ask these questions and set myself free?