Words have been my companion for how many years now
Comforting me, making me laugh through a song or a book

Helping me live
Helping me make a living
Helping me exorcise my demons
and realize my desires and dreams.

Words kept me alive when I thought nothing was worth living for
Words  make me feel more alive
But can sometimes kill me, too.

It’s  okay, however.

Because I know that
A book or a song sometimes
Can help me regain whatever was lost.

It may seem silly to you that mere words
Have this large an impact
But I don’t care really

For I live because of them
And I know that, somehow, they exist through me.


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