Words.
Words.
Words are chains.
Chains that stop feelings.
Words can never truly say it.
Or truly feel it.
Words are shackles.
Yet words are keys.
That unlock the prison.
Of a struggling mind.
And free the thoughts of a lost soul.
Words not precise.
But words that tell stories.
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