don't look at me that way,
i can't take it anymore,
so many words you never say, and
they're banging at the door;
right now,
all you're doing is
clamoring around,
taking up my time, as
i'm left here on the ground; all
on my own... and it's so very loud; i
never knew silence could make such a sound.
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M.J. Carlock
I find that words are powerful; regardless of their form, they carry influence over our lives, and we must wield their power with both wisdom and heart.
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