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Being that I have written since age seven,

I am bewildered that I cannot speak,

With God as my witness I lie lost,

Beyond any language originated,

I can't find any words to explain,

None to let you know I miss you,

Tears like acid rain burn my cheeks,

unremitting pain pulses through my heart,

why can't I breathe, Why can't I speak,

This world is so bleak, so empty,

There is no life without you..