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Some feelings can't be put in words, no matter how fluent you are, no matter how poetic your mind claims to be. Your hand always freezes at the first heartthrob and once you make it to the second, the ink fades in a teardrop, and at the forth or fifth sigh, you surrender, trash the empty sheet, lid your pen and sit in silence; because, no matter how fluent you are, 

no matter how poetic your mind claims to be

some feelings just can't be put in words.