Words
Words were there for me when no breathing being was
They filled me up and I spat them out on loose-leaf paper
They were my friend, my mentor, my lover
They covered the chasm in my barely beating heart
And occupied my mind
Stealing away the endless thoughts and compulsions
Leaving fervent hope that my life may now begin
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