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It doesn't matter how careful I am with these words
If they actually meant anything, they would hurt you
Try as I might, if these little fuckers were alive,
they would bite, and scream, and bleed everywhere
That's what they do. They bleed. From my fingers
From my mind. From all the places I know inside me
Sometimes they are just defenestrated, becoming nothing
Getting all lost and discombobulated in meanings
that were never meant to be there, in the first place
These are not the ones that were to be here
These are intruders and sublime encroachers
They don't tell me where they are from
They seem to have no purpose
They don't want to play
What I am trying to say is that,
these are just words
I am a person
I need love