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The Blades in My Words
What do these words mean to you, thrown around and trampled on by everyone, why do you still hold on to these words.
Don't be afraid of feeling pain, its only fair that everyone goes through pain at some point, or else we'd just be running away from something we don't know.
So I'll tell you the truth, I'll tell you the things that you thought you wanted you to hear, the blades in my words will cut deep, but don't be afraid of pain.
Where do these words belong.
When there is no one to say them to anymore.
When fires burn dimly and the breezes turn into gales, giving your problems to the wind is not fixing them.
Don't be afraid of feeling pain, its only fair that everyone goes through pain at some point, or else we'd just be running away from something we don't know.
So I'll tell you the truth, I'll tell you the things that you thought you wanted you to hear, the blades in my words will cut deep, but don't be afraid of pain.
Where do these words belong.
When there is no one to say them to anymore.
When fires burn dimly and the breezes turn into gales, giving your problems to the wind is not fixing them.
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