I struggle to find my own words.
So I borrow all of yours.
Place holders
While my tongue learns to lap out what my brain is thinking.
What my heart is feeling.

Still waiting on that.

You know.
Sometimes I borrow your feelings too.

I feel strange.
Out of place.

Like I missed class the day the teacher taught us how to act.
How to respond.
How to care.

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