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I couldn’t even tell you what’s on my mind if I wanted to. The words simply won’t come out. They sound so horrible as i repeat them in my head over and over again. What I’d say. How I’d say it. Even what I’d wear to tell it all to your face. What a waste of time right? plan out how the conversation would go perfectly, over analysis the thoughts, tie a brick around my ankles, sink to the bottom, drown in my own feelings.