"I stutter when I try to speak
the language of life,
I want to shout out loud,
but I just cry inside,
Sometimes it feels so holy;
Sometimes it feels so holy;
sometimes so absurd,
So who am I to try and put that into words?
I am nothing,
So who am I to try and put that into words?
I am nothing,
but the angels sometimes whisper in my ear,
Yeah, they tell me things
Yeah, they tell me things
and then they disappear,
Though I am nothing,
Though I am nothing,
I sometimes like to make believe I hear."
Pierce Pettis, I Am Nothing
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