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Apr 2018
I cannot articulate
What it means
For me
To feel
Things?
No words
Do justice
To what’s going
On in my head
No one else
Can read my thoughts
My pages are sealed
My stomach in knots
So the only thing
That’s left for me to do
Is listen to music
For me, at least
It’s the only thing
That rings true
I wish I could write for a living.
Written by
Marina
145
     mikecccc, J, JL Smith and rose
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