There is no translation
For the things inside my head
And no will ever know what’s missing
When I wind up dead
And all my books are empty
Because I never knew the words
And all I try is sickening
Because it’s never more than thirds
Of what might be enough
When we’re all resigned to drowning
‘Cause the ocean’s just too rough
It’s a fact of life
The only immortal thing is doubt
And if I can’t ever win
All I can do is shout
But what use is voices in a chorus
Of silent, desperate screams
And if they’re all that I can hear now
How can I not know that I can’t change things?
The Only Immortal Thing
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Writer In Retrospect 
“But what use is voices in a chorus
Of silent, desperate screams”
Amazing lines!
I want to tell you to keep trying, but I feel like you’re too old/mature/knowledgeable for that BS. So… I wish you patience. You will need a lot of that.
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Thank you! Mature, huh? Good thing you don’t hear all of my jokes… 😜
In seriousness though… I appreciate it.
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I’d love to hear some of your jokes. I suck at those.
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Well, I’ve had practice. Most of my family tends to hide behind humor. Of course, that’s not to say that they’re good jokes…
The other day, though, I made tea for my sister. The price? Steep.
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That might be the reason why I have such a dry/dark sense of humor…
See? Made me chuckle!
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