• kottak 23w

    Words

    I feel like a dummy throughout the day with my words. A ventriloquist dummy that is. I was given the gift of speech and I let other control it. I paste smiles on my face, cookie cutters phases in my throat, and speak thousands of useless words a day. I was given a gift that i take for granted. I don't use my words to express myself. To communicate. I use my words to get through the day. My written word, however is exactly who I am. I use it to reach others, to get out my brokeness
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