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The words were swimming in his brain
Hid away by a tremendously rain
Right on the edge, but out of hand
All these words, not even he could understand
At the brink of his mind he could see the words he needed to write
The words he wanted to create
With a hope that it would all make sense
Without the fear of being known to intense
Now there were someone asking him to use his voice
Come up with his own words and speak them out loud, make noise
Where should he even start?
Was he willing to let others look inside his own heart?
All he had was his own words
Flying around like wild birds
Just letters on a paper without any meaning
Everyone was going to look at them and see that they were written without feeling
Alone, he was going to die
With no words to remember him by