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Villanelle / Dedicated to someone I love.
For lilimurato's contest / Poem about Aphasia (a symptom of neurological disease) that slowly robs a person of their ability to communicate effectively.

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The words I think aren't the words I mean to say.

The words I think aren't the words I mean to say. They make sense inside, but wrong words exit my brain.

The words I think aren't the words I mean to say. They make sense inside, but wrong words exit my brain. The things I wish to express, I can't correctly convey.

This problem torments me. I secretly struggle everyday.

This problem torments me. I secretly struggle everyday. The voice in my mind abandons me; Makes me feel insane.

This problem torments me. I secretly struggle everyday. The voice in my mind abandons me; Makes me feel insane. The words I think aren't the words I mean to say.

I don't want any pity, so this problem I downplay.

I don't want any pity, so this problem I downplay. Honestly, I wanna scream, but my composure I maintain.

I don't want any pity, so this problem I downplay. Honestly, I wanna scream, but my composure I maintain. The things I wish to express, I can't correctly convey.

The colors of life whittle away leaving only gray.

The colors of life whittle away leaving only gray. Like everything else, it's just so hard to explain.

The colors of life whittle away leaving only gray. Like everything else, it's just so hard to explain. The words I think aren't the words I mean to say.

My brain is filled with cobwebs; I manage day-to-day.

My brain is filled with cobwebs; I manage day-to-day. Thinking in half thoughts is the greatest of my pain.

My brain is filled with cobwebs; I manage day-to-day. Thinking in half thoughts is the greatest of my pain. The things I wish to express, I can't correctly convey.

When I appear lost, please know I'm not okay.

When I appear lost, please know I'm not okay. Disease devours my words like a natural food chain.

When I appear lost, please know I'm not okay. Disease devours my words like a natural food chain. The words I think aren't the words I mean to say.

When I appear lost, please know I'm not okay. Disease devours my words like a natural food chain. The words I think aren't the words I mean to say. The things I wish to express, I can't correctly convey.

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