With every word, it's inside of you speaking
Your pure core
Your soul speaks through the breath
Wanting to say the words but they aren't coming
They're stuck in your heart being processed
They are traveling up through your body
The words except your soul's rejection
And they come back up resurrected
Burning throughout your throat scratching to come out
Scrapping your tongue dying to be free
Clawing through your teeth, prying them open
Begging to be free and be heard
As you open your mouth, you don't regret the journey of your words
As you say these final words, you feel free
Your breath is the voice of your soul
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