the words are on
the tip of my tongue,
but i still can't force them
past the lump in my throat.
— because sometimes silence isn't voluntary
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the art of healing
Poetrya collection of poetry ranging from thought-out pieces to random musings. cover// calebwhite13
silence.
the words are on
the tip of my tongue,
but i still can't force them
past the lump in my throat.
— because sometimes silence isn't voluntary
