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It seems all I am is talk.

Words are words and then they're gone.

When the dust settles and the day is done

They're all I have to rely on.

So I sit on the stairs and breathe deep...

So many things to consider -

A restful sigh, a gentle weep

Relieve the pain and set me free.

Then I stop and think "how could it be

That it's words in fact that bury me?"