in the end it was the words
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searching for the invisible
in myself
for so many years...
yes,
I have
done this.
words stacking up.
who do I signify?
what do I signify?
I've been numb
to the loss
of myself.
was there anything
to be gained
by unraveling
these tangled
threads?
in the end
it was
words**
that saved
my life.
(** my thoughts and the writing down of them)
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Copyright December 18, 2014 All Rights Reserved By This Author
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Meloo/Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World
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