Words. Words written and words unwritten.
[Words. . .] silent and unspoken,
Loud and betraying.

But whose words?
Your words? Theirs?

These words,
words with no owner,
spewing out of me like water.
Drenched in importance,
but to whom?

Certainly not me.
I try to shut my mouth,
close the watergate.
Hold myself in my arms,
put the pieces back together.

Waiting and waiting,
To find words of my own...

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