Sweets and Nothings

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Words can be sweet like the frosting on a cake, sickeningly sweet at times, taking in the sugar is like suicidal intake, the sweet nothings that fill you with empty calories and bloats up your ego till its filled with blubbery thoughts and feelings. 

Words can be salty, you can enjoy them and love the sting, laugh it off matching it at times with sour, but at the end of the day the lemon and lime juices still stick in your fingers filling your cuts with poison as you silently think why, the salt dulls and flavors things but alone it'll only hurt you. 

You can go on and on about the many different flavors and emotions in the world, but what fun is that repetitively bland amount of words. With repetitiveness comes annoyance, and every time I read what I write I find these similar themes with the same words and phrases, though every time I write what I feel isn't the same as the last time I wrote those same words I keep repeating. Like a record on loop it feels broken and as I read it in my mind I can hear my own voice reading it to me droning on and on, I wish to expand my vocabulary but at this point I feel as if whatever words I choose to speak these loud emotions raging in me won't be played out with justice. Même si je devais apprendre une nouvelle langue, j'ai l'impression que ce n'est pas tout à fait correct, et même si je ne comprendrai pas cette écriture plus tard, je continuerai parce que le français est ma langue préférée.

And I will probably never take the time to learn another language because it just doesn't seem to stick in my brain, but I wish I could speak in a new unique language that others only understand when I speak, and I could explain my feelings in an explicit and detailed way, but the cards aren't in my favor in this aspect.

My feelings are like a raging body of water that only crashes into itself, and though this water is chaotic and in a constant state of motion it is calm and unmoving in itself, because though it is raging inward, the surface is calm and smooth. 

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