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By: Mynd
I don't know what to say,
I'm not sure what to write,
yet I have soo much to get out.
I open my mouth to speak
but no sound will some out.
My pen is poised in my hand,
but won't connect with the paper.
No words can be written or spoken,
to express how I feel.
So I send up a little prayer
to the one who knows me best
and always understands,
even if I don't,
can't,
or won't.
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