Oh if I could only come up with the words to tell her. How I'd love to spill my heart yet another "last" time. Sadly, the words I have planned to speak, only become a whisper like a lost radio signal. Silent. Mute. That's all I ever am. Mute. If I could only tell her how I much I think of her each day, or how I picture her in my arms each night.
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