I could write books with what goes on in my head every day. Except when it comes time to put it into words, or write it down in a way that anyone would want to read - I have no words.
The habit of keeping quiet is spreading to my ability to write.... Either that or age is already beginning to impact my brain.
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Reminds me of the lyrics of Floating Back by The Call.
"I find it hard to speak
So much remains unsung
For there's a million miles
Between my heart and my tongue"
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