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Words haunt me,
cast aspersions, sometimes taunt me, they consume my neurotic thoughts. Wake me, calm me, often doubt me, mostly divert my painful thoughts. Fight me, mock me, cleverly daunt me, try to convey my confusing thoughts. Love me, trust me, rudely question me, attempt to explain my insecure thoughts. In the end, they are only words, Why do I crave them so much.
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