Sometimes
we don't express our feelings, not because
we are afraid,
simply because we just
can't.
Sometimes
the words that envelope our minds and tear holes in our hearts
simply don't exist in the
real world.
Sometimes
the vocabulump that is crawling up your throat and gagging you is
simply a cloud of air that means
nothing.
Sometimes
we just can't.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 8:32 PM UTC
Sometimes
we don't express our feelings, not because
we are afraid,
simply because we just
can't.
Sometimes
the words that envelope our minds and tear holes in our hearts
simply don't exist in the
real world.
Sometimes
the vocabulump that is crawling up your throat and gagging you is
simply a cloud of air that means
nothing.
Sometimes
we just can't.
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