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words don't come

Here I am again, standing with a group of peers. I listen as the topic of the evening is discussed and pondered everyone seems to have a thought about it, except me. The truth is I do have thoughts about this subject, in fact I have questions too. Only I never communicate my thoughts or questions, well, I guess never is going too far, I hardly ever speak the things on my heart or head. For when I do, my tough gets in the way, or the thought seems to leave my head. What comes out Of my mouth, most of the time shocks even me, because most of the time it wasn't what I wanted to say. I have began to think that maybe I should just shut up. It is so frustrating to want to say something, or express a feeling and all that comes out is meaningless and confusing for anyone else who hears it. Will this ever end? will my brain and my mouth ever work well together? Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!, well that worked.

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b7 said…
No, no, please don't shut up! I often find that your thoughts and questions are extremely engaging and relevant and touch on important topics and interpretations. So please stay willing to jump in there with your thoughts, because I find them really valuable.
3:19 PM
Liana said…
thanks beth, I guess sometimes my brain prosseses slower, and not so clear all the time eather.
8:00 PM
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