And all the things
that can't be said
go round and round and round
my head
so I try
to catch them
but they
slip and slither and fall
through my fingers
leaving me
with a blank face
and an empty smile
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Author:
That quiet girl (
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Comments1
I don't understand this.Why would you advertise the fact that you have nothing to say. Try saying something
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