“I don’t speak often
because I stutter a lot.
I hate when that happens.
Maybe it’s ’cause there are a lot of hidden things
under the meat of my brain wanting to be said
and when it’s the time of parting my lips,
they race down my mouth.
Some get stuck in my tongue,
some don’t even want to go out but because of
the stampede, they were forced to.
Some just don’t care anymore.
That’s why I tend to say the most random thing whenever
someone asks me about a specific thing.
My answer doesn’t match like it is supposed to.”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
