Stuck in my throat.
Some in my chest.
Words left unspoken.
Things left unsaid.
The brain couldn’t follow.
The body froze.
Too much to process.
No space to pause.
I want to let go.
I want to move on.
But something finds safety
in songs left unsung.
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