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Friday, July 22, 2011

What my words mean

I eat up your attention,
 every morsel you dangle in front of my face.
Begging for more,
notice me.

This matters,
right?

I fear the day when my words won't matter.
What am I without this?
This is all I know,
and yet am I even good at it?

How daunting is the thought that
the one thing that matters to you
doesn't matter the world.

Isn't that what we all fear?
Invisibility.

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