Quiet thoughts
It's like no matter how hard I try my tongue can never get it right.
Your words come to my head but my thoughts they are so dead.
I try so hard to say I miss you.
But my pride looks back and says forget you.
These quiet words I yearn to say but probally never will until my grave.
The wrongs I've done to you I know.
My heart weaps quietly for those ones I had let go.
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