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The Most Intimate Word


Words is the only thing I know how to use.  I don't know what else to do to ignite the fuse.  I've been suffocating in darkness until I saw the light.  I was so scared of 'what if' and 'might'.  But I went with it anyway. And I love it in every way. Things I don't like, I love more.  Things I like, I adore. The sound, the sight, the thought makes me feel strong.  Something I haven't felt in so long. The doors that opened, new feelings I feel.  For once they make me feel alive, and real.  So much passion, care, and love that I feel is impossible to show. Who makes me feel this, is all I know: You.
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