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The Soul And The Stutter
Let me tell you my story, my friend,
But do you have the patience,
To wait for me until the end?
For I am worried,
It is plain to see,
That people don't understand,
They just get angry at me.
They bid me to hurry,
They blame it on my speech.
When I take too long to speak,
They all get exasperated, by me.
I keep my mouth shut,
For the shame is not worth it, not now, not ever.
Why should I try and make friends,
When I know they will leave me sooner or later?
They hustle and whisper when I step into the class,