Once
Once upon a time I stopped talking, I actually also stopped walking
I would stutter, ‘cause my mouth would feel wrong
I would stumble, ‘cause my legs would feel numb
My mouth would feel wrong, because I had nothing good to say
My legs would feel numb, because I didn’t feel like moving from my grave
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