2.47 Words spoken, never heard

One of the greatest joys in life is having the ability to vocalise, to share, to speak.

My lips move, but you do not hear me speak.
How was your day?
My lips move, but you do not hear me speak.
I love you.
My lips move, but you do not hear me speak.
I am beginning to suffer, needing help.
My lips move, but you do not hear me speak.
I am dying.
My lips move, but you do not hear me speak.

I keep trying, but nothing works, what is the point in speaking?
I cannot speak anymore, it is too late, I am too weak and cannot speak.

Now I am dead, can you hear me now?
My lips cannot move, but somehow now you hear me speak.

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Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey

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