OF MUTED BREATH

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My ink is dry

I write with my tears

My voice has lost its sound

I cannot sing but sigh.

I cannot sing but sigh

My voice has lost its sound

I write with my tears

My ink is dry.

I see but my eyes see nothing

I have feelings but my heart feels nothing

I walk but am going nowhere

I build but I have no shelter over my head.

I build but I have no shelter over my head

I walk but I an going nowhere

I have feelings but my heart feels nothing

I see but my eyes see nothing.

I cannot sing but sigh

My voice has lost its sound

My pen is dry of ink

I walk but I find myself where I had left.