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A heart bereft of hope can never be free...

But I can't find the voice to say the words and make you see.

All these things I want to (should) tell you. All the things that will never come.

I have a secret... my courage fails. When I want to say it, my voice quails.

Why is this always the hardest thing to do?

I need to (should) tell you that what I want is 

More than all, all I want is

But the way to start is,

Just something I don't know...

There's nothing else I'd rather say.

But I have such trouble trying to find a way.

Oh..lack of confidence...no...

this empty heart cries out 

needing to be filled.

But i can't reply...

I just don't have the voice.