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Nov 2019
I know I get quiet
I know you worry,
sometimes my words
get twisted and go unheard.
I try to speak my truth
but I forget how to understand,
how I feel.
in these moments
I just ask for some patience,
I'm trying my best
to help us both understand
myself.
I care so much
I lose my touch,
of stability and focus.
my brain needs time
to find its way back
to a straight line.
I was having lots of trouble speaking my mind. After sitting down and listening to my buzzing mind, I wrote to the best of my ability.
Written by
Zane Smith  17/F/pixie hollow
(17/F/pixie hollow)   
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