Words.

It's funny how we become wrapped up 

In these 

Little.

Meaningless. 

Sounds. 

I mean, that's what words are,

Right? 

Before we put meanings to them

They're just 

Sounds. 

Schools teach children, for the first 

10 years of their lives

To formulate these sounds 

In their mouths

And how to 

Decode them on paper. 

In high school, the once 

Completely 

Naive.

Know. 

They Know how to express

Love.

Disgust.

They are 

Aware.

These once meaningless sounds,

Are no longer meaningless,

They are concrete,

They define.

Not only bring 

Hurt.

They evoke

Hate.

The sounds make us 

Question.

Make us

Feel.

 

 

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