With every breath from my glass glazed lungs I will shiver and quiver
I'll stumble and crumble upon myself, trying to figure out the right things to say.

Yet I always say the wrong.

With splattered syllables and backwards nouns my words just come out as mute emotions that mean nothing so they are nothing.

I try to type or even write out the thoughts inside my head, yet they never seem to be in the right order, or the right words..and never out of the right mind.

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