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The Purpose of Words


Her words were harsh, like a trigger being pulled. But were they true? We'd all like to know. Her words were rough, like the edge of a blade. But they told a story, of which we never knew. Her words were sad, like a poison being dripped. But they told her tale, Of her long lost soul. Her words were my words, And they helped me calm my aching soul.
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