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Jun 2017
No matter how complicated our pain,
grand our joy,
pure our love,
or deep our sorrow,
we can never truly find the words
to express just how we feel.
Metaphors,
descriptives,
or long-winded phrases,
no words we can form
will ever actuate
what it is we truly feel.
Whether we use scarce few
or many
to express our emotions,
our words are still but vague reference cards
in the library of soul.
Diary of the ****** - Chapter 2
Diary of the Damned
Written by
Diary of the Damned  Stanford, Kentucky
(Stanford, Kentucky)   
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