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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