A word can't fill a hole. A word can't mend what's broken. It can't build a bridge that's burned or stuff itself back in if you'd rather it go unsaid. It can't cry for help you need or beg for the attention we all pretend not to crave. A liar cannot use words to fix their lies, a thief can't use them to escape their cage. Words are but scraps of meaningless debris and dust floating in an invisible abyss reaching deaf ears. They don't matter. They don't have a purpose. They're paper, torn to pieces and thrown to the wind. You don't need them. You don't like them.
You can't live without them. They crowd your world, they hog your time, they stuff themselves in the dark places and force themselves out onto the page. They're a parasite, an invasive species, ticks bloated on their own self-perceived importances until they burst, spreading disease, distress, and discord everywhere they go. They burn like acid when you stuff them down. They burn like flame when they're fired at you like darts.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjrWsbqtY4w
Take back the words. Take back the Word. Take back it all. Reclaim it. Give it meaning, because only you do that. Make a word that can fill a hole. One that can mend what's broken. Build bridges of letters and tears of syntax and jailbreaks of predicates and buildings of subjects. Use nouns and verbs and adjectives and soulless alphabets to forge your weapons, and slay all of your enemies with them.
Words are meaningless. Unless they're a tool.
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