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I have not the words. They have locked themselves deep within my throat in fear of bubbling forth in a heap of unrefined mass. I have not the gestures. My jelly legs have locked and if I move now, I will surely tumble and take a nasty spill. My wasted lungs have not the breath to take in and echo the sentiment. For now, I am taken back, fumbling for the words I have misplaced (but I am thinking them all the same).