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Talking

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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adriana-rose-tooley

Published: Mar 2, 2015
LinesWords: 640

Tags: #words #writing #talking #speechless

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