Living Words

Words,
Scattered on pages,
Written on walls. 
She reads and reads,
Just to escape the truths. 
But when she's back to reality,
Insanity is lost and out of its cave.
Her dark room,
Full of books, newspapers, journals, 
Words. 
Each thrown out of the cave,
With a monster and deranged personality.  
She leaves her home, 
From her books and lies,
But they're everywhere and she knows: 
There's no escape,
Except for agreeing.
So she reads again.
Hoping to be left alone with each new word. 

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