Sad confession
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He walks into my flower shop almost everyday...what does he want?
I wish i could hear his voice...i bet it sounds like sweet chocolate~ Or maybe like red roses just as they bloom...Sweet and strong
If only he know...how i felt...
Foreword
I looked up and there he was..the prince that comes in here everyday...i've caught him looking at me, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
What is his name? What would it sound like coming from my mouth? ....
What would it sound like coming from his mouth?
sigh
I will never know...I'm a Deaf/mute...2 in one..how fantastic!
But it doesn't end there!..I have cancer in my throat..he would never want a broken person like me.
That's what i am, broken.
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