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By Jack Joseph Smith
Quiet
I had nothing to say
When I was scared:
It was differeny
Let their be a chance
For life
Troubling
Be careful
Each move
Isn't life
Anymore
Each move
is death
Original Scan
AI Interpretation
GPT
This page links fear, silence, care, and mortality, moving from a chance for life toward the severe claim that each move has become death.
The corrected punctuation after 'scared:' gives the pause a hinge-like force. The poem escalates by subtraction until motion itself feels fatal.