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Jan 3
what is there left to say
when all the words i've laid
in front of you bear no meaning
we speak different languages
mine, delicate
yours, harsh

the words-
ones i scramble to find
but still can't push to you
- - -
is this where we part?

let me go
and let me be free
to sing my song
for those who feel
my melody
Written by
Samara  24/F/Texas
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