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What do I do when there’s nothing left to say?
I have thoughts;
But not ones to share.
So many doubts creep in my mind;
And all of my thoughts,
Start to unwind.
Saying the wrong thing,
That’s what I fear;
That’s why my silence,
Is the only thing you hear.
Knowledge of what to say is what I lack;
I wonder if I can ever answer back.
My heart knows what it feels;
As does my head;
But the time does not,
Allow it to be said.
My thoughts run out;
And my thoughts run out of thoughts;
So give me time to think.


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