intent.
intent
words spoken can leave bullet holes
words can be a decision between life and death
yet we take them for granted
we use them to hurt
we use them to destroy
we use them to kill
kill the little ounce of hope or joy
we may or may not have left
they break us down
they build us up
then do it all over again
but behind the cycle
is something greater
something bigger
intent.
-ruz.
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