When The Soul Is Silent

When The Soul Is Silent

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What do you do... When you have so much to say.. So much on your mind... but nothing escapes your lips? What do you do... When you have nothing to say... Your mind empty like death... and the cold feeling forms inside? What do you do... When you feel so much... that it is painful confusion... but spoken words seem too dull to describe it? What do you do... When you know you must speak.. Must say the right words at the right time.. but you choke on the air you breathe? What do you do... when the soul is silent?
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