I know; words, words will be my salvation. I know it because nothing else makes sense when I am down, words are my bloodletting, my venom spitting, my exorcism. Words are what I use to make sense of me and the web that surrounds my existence. Words are what I want to master, what I use to modify my view of life, what I find when I am left with nothing. Words are my companion, my weapon, my machine, my voice. Words, that escape daily. Words, that suffocate softly on lips and murmurs. Words, that scream silently in crowds. Words, are my reality and my dream. You come to me now, you unchain me from these shackles, disperse the darkness of my doubts, harness my inner voice.
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