Sometimes I don’t have the words to say
But maybe that’s the point
To feel the emotions well in your chest
The anger boil in your finger tips
To sit in that moment
To embrace the discomfort
To move through the storm
And maybe to let the storm move through you
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 11:45 PM UTC
Sometimes I don’t have the words to say
But maybe that’s the point
To feel the emotions well in your chest
The anger boil in your finger tips
To sit in that moment
To embrace the discomfort
To move through the storm
And maybe to let the storm move through you
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