I use to be good at this thing called talking.
I would open my mouth and
It just happened.
Now when I part my lips
All that comes out is a cold, dead, cough.
Where did all the words go?
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
I use to be good at this thing called talking.
I would open my mouth and
It just happened.
Now when I part my lips
All that comes out is a cold, dead, cough.
Where did all the words go?
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