Words are void,
If they are not worded.
No matter their discrepancies,
A purpose they do serve.
For any and all who is willing
To lend an ear to listen.
Words have ways to express
Our fears, doubts, insecurities,
Life, love, and death,
Whatever needs to be expressed.
To whomever will lend an ear of attention.
Words compel us to believe
To collect our thoughts for ourselves
Yes, words serve a purpose
Either hurtful, tender, or shameful,
They create in us the need to realize
What it is that makes our life complete.
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