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if i could spill my thoughts in ink,
i fear my words would start to sink.
if i could breathe my grief in sound,
i fear no echo would be found.
if i could swear i would heal,
i fear i'd cease to ever feel.
if i could have forgave you that night,
i fear i wouldn't have been right.
if i could have put all my love inside,
i fear it wouldn't burn as bright.
if i could veil myself in wrong,
i fear i'd lose where i belong.
But now the halls are cold and wide,
what do i do with all the love inside?
it's spills, it aches, it slips from sight,
i fear no one could hold it right.