Every love letter I write is inspired by you
But words on paper will never reach you.
So I scream and shout.
Sometimes I pull my hair out in a mad race to snag a piece of your soul.
These words in my head, a sad song they sing.
A mournful melody played on my heartstrings.
But you'll never see what you mean to me
Reading words on paper and listening to me scream.
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