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Wasted Breath
I've told you a thousand times in a thousand
ways, maybe we’re not on the same frequency, speaking a familiar tongue, miscommunication between the two.
Lost in translation, nothing between us or just two with no conversation, no one listening, just talk floating through distance between, void with nothing there worth understanding.
Continuing an attempt to stand on common ground; maybe interpretation is needed, or maybe ceasing because talking becomes so futile that deafness occurs.
Not caring enough to really listen to what is being said, therefore comprehension becomes a moot point as well as the words in between the constant silence.
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ways, maybe we’re not on the same frequency, speaking a familiar tongue, miscommunication between the two.
Lost in translation, nothing between us or just two with no conversation, no one listening, just talk floating through distance between, void with nothing there worth understanding.
Continuing an attempt to stand on common ground; maybe interpretation is needed, or maybe ceasing because talking becomes so futile that deafness occurs.
Not caring enough to really listen to what is being said, therefore comprehension becomes a moot point as well as the words in between the constant silence.
© All Rights Reserved
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