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sometimes I wish I were mute.

for me, thoughts are much more eloquent in my head.
and in the process of rolling down the hills to my mouth,
lots and lots and lots get stuck between my organs, and when it gets to my mouth,
barely anything is left.
or most of them wants to be lead straight to the heart, for storage.


i don't know what's wrong with me today,

i don't know what's right with me any day.


i wish i could take a peek inside someone's thoughts.

spoken words seem to have lost it's magic (genuinity) for me.