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Countless words make their way onto this paper

then evaporate into thin air like water vapor

why can't these words breathe, I gave them life

but they consume and take over me in the void of the night

what eats me up inside are words that never existed at all

that were richocheted off my brain like a padded wall

cause I could never find the words to say how I feel

I want my hurt to come to life so I can make them real

or maybe everything that I have written will disappear in the night

and maybe this will be the last poem that I will ever ever write