Words are just words, no more than that. Words to fill up the void. Words to not embrace silence. Words I will never dedicate to someone. These words are meaningless and forgettable, they flow with the wind as I open my mouth to speak.
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Poetrywords flow out of my fingertips like ink on the surface
words
Words are just words, no more than that. Words to fill up the void. Words to not embrace silence. Words I will never dedicate to someone. These words are meaningless and forgettable, they flow with the wind as I open my mouth to speak.