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[title] => Speechless Alone
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[hometext] => Stanca 5-6 may seem odd, but it's intended...I'd be greatful about some feedback, it's been a while I posted something, it just overcame me today, so I wrote this:
[bodytext] => Speechless alone I think of you all the time Picture you in my mind Like a soft touch Reaching around from behind I can almost feel your warmth Wishing it could be love Dreaming it could somehow be true Reaching to the stars above You’re always by my side Charming my heart With every stride I take Breaking it apart I can see you standing there Here, right next to me I can feel you right there Far away from me You follow me wherever I go Are always there and never Ever reminding me I will never have… her Her I’m dreaming of The reason why I sleep And why I can’t, Even if I want to, weep My tears run out Gone astray on the way My heart is dry Run out of ways to say… How much… How unbearably… unconditionally, indescribably, irresistibly, incomprehensibly, ever caringly, self-sacrificingly, self-destroyingly, ever lasting, never fading, eternally …  … I stand in front of you And my heart skips a beat Trying to tell you Beginning to plead Beg, cry, crumble, whishing That somehow I could tell you Describe you, explain to you… There are no words My heart could spill So the only way to show Is for it to stay still… My heart Skipping an octave or two Tries to say How much I… 
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