what are words?
besides little combinations that dictate our lives?
i can read a sad story and only see ink and paper.
a page full of strange yet familiar arrangements of letters.
o r
i can read much deeper and feel the ink cover my soul and
feel the paper fold in half like those feelings i gave too much time to
grow.
s i n c e r e l y,
-kayla S.
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