el era un escritor

failing my attempts are. to transport thoughts to tongue. to move muscles in accordance to the words you long to hear. fearing lines won’t deliver the way they are meant to. incapable due partly because i’ve never allowed myself to. emotions became pain. so i’d smother them to silence.

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