Words are just words
There are so very many of them.
So many combinations of them.
But what do they really mean?
I type and type.
Creating and recreating.
Words and thoughts just seem to flow.
From deep within my mind they come to the surface.
Are they from this time?
Are they from another?
Why oh why do the words come to me?
Is it to set me free from my own demons?
Is it to set you free from yours?
Or maybe they are in fact just words.
Words with no real rhyme or reasons.
Just words flowing from my mind.
Words are just words.
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