xiii || Ode to Oneself | Part II

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Dedicated to my friend, Pawani.

Originally posted on 'Musings Of A Weirdo'. Check it out on the blog, in the external link.

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Words

Little words

Puny little words

Puny little words that shouldn't matter

Puny little words that shouldn't matter but they do anyway

Puny little words that shouldn't matter but they do anyway because they hold the power

Puny little words that shouldn't matter but they do anyway because they hold the power to destroy you

Puny little words that shouldn't matter but they do anyway because they hold the power to destroy you and crumble your life.

Puny words that are given so much importance that we take them to heart.

But in reality, they're nothing but a random arrangement of letters

They're nothing but a random arrangement of letters that we are conditioned to make sense of.

A random arrangement of letters that we are conditioned to make sense of so

So every time anyone tries to put you down with a word, deconstruct them into letters.

Deconstruct them into letters and now? They hold nothing over you.

They're just strange little symbols that don't mean anything anymore. Like the vicious words you have to endure everyday. They don't matter.

They don't matter. Repeat it twice. They don't fucking matter. Because you have to remember that

Remember that words were made by humans to be retained.

But words were also made to be forgotten.

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