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How do you tell someone how you feel If you don't know the contents of your own heart.. if you've lost track of the tattered soul you've been dragging for years. If they're so much better at it then you... you feel like what you say will never own up to the art coming from their heart that rolls of their tongue. The beauty they put to words   makes your breath stop and your eyes flutter... then your heart begins to melt like butter. You stutter and stammer and feel like an idiot after but at least you can say your a happy one.
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
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How do you tell someone how you feel If you don't know the contents of your own heart.. if you've lost track of the tattered soul you've been dragging for years. If they're so much better at it then you... you feel like what you say will never own up to the art coming from their heart that rolls of their tongue. The beauty they put to words   makes your breath stop and your eyes flutter... then your heart begins to melt like butter. You stutter and stammer and feel like an idiot after but at least you can say your a happy one.
marly-louise
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
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