My words are mine, they are not yours.
Words mean nothing.
Words are the world.
No picture painted, without a word.
Each letter's a spiky truth.
Each vowel a howl, a moan.
With the rhythm of sounds they're formed.
Each a testament to what has been, what is, and what will be...
To speak with words is not enough.
To love with action's the only way.
Empty words are words of pain.
Empty words, empty hearts, empty pages.
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