The Most Intimate Word

Words is the only thing I know how to use. 
I don't know what else to do to ignite the fuse. 
I've been suffocating in darkness until I saw the light. 
I was so scared of 'what if' and 'might'. 
But I went with it anyway.
And I love it in every way.
Things I don't like, I love more. 
Things I like, I adore.
The sound, the sight, the thought makes me feel strong. 
Something I haven't felt in so long.
The doors that opened, new feelings I feel. 
For once they make me feel alive, and real. 
So much passion, care, and love that I feel is impossible to show.
Who makes me feel this, is all I know:

This poem is about: 
Our world


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