Secret love, are you there, will you take me anywhere but here, where I seem to be suffocating.
Words mean nothing, I told many people today. Arguments leashed out into the open air, and shook the victims wildly. I turned to comfort them and told them that words were nothing, they could easily be spilled lie a cup of coffee on a white cloth. They understood where it was I was coming from, but inside, I knew I was lying.
Words hurt.
They slice under the skin, leaving no marks, until they are in your blood-stream and make it boil with fury and pity. They don't leave scars, unless you are talking about emotionally.
Because, Boy, it hurts when words are used in the wrong way.
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