Poem no. 66

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Can't read

Can't write

Can't draw

Can't speak

Can't do anything these days

Can just cry

Can keep drowning in my depression

Can disappear

Can fade

Until you come

And the Music

To save me from my thoughts

With a simple smile

With a truth smile

With a little sound

With a sound that worths so unbelievable much

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