A million imaginary conversations swirling through my head.
Nothing ever plays out right, when all is done and said.
The words I never get to speak, like the name I’ll never know, are unheard, unspoken, yet unforgotten; consuming my everything, ever so slow.
What’s really going on below? And why does it still hurt me so?
Are you still there too? Will you still care to
Help me grow when I just can’t glow?
Please Don’t Go!
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 9:20 PM UTC
A million imaginary conversations swirling through my head.
Nothing ever plays out right, when all is done and said.
The words I never get to speak, like the name I’ll never know, are unheard, unspoken, yet unforgotten; consuming my everything, ever so slow.
What’s really going on below? And why does it still hurt me so?
Are you still there too? Will you still care to
Help me grow when I just can’t glow?
Please Don’t Go!
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