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it's like. something's holding me back from saying all these things that i want to say. all the things i want to do. the words just melt on the tip of my tongue and the sentences tangle together like long strips of tape. and if my voice were an instrument, it would be the cheapest one in the store. it's like no one can hear me anyway. people only like rain when it descends in crystallized fragments, and only during a specific month. when it dissolves into water, no one cares anymore. i am just trying to find out what that "something", that prevents me from being myself, is.
