It's obvious for you and me that words most often mean something: Your favorite color, your favorite drink, your favorite thoughts that you do think. But when really listen close you come to realize that all these words a person says are merely a disguise. Masking a face with lots of words hides the thoughts a mind wishes it unheard. Dressing up in pointless stories to bury deeper the thoughts before me. The more and more and more I speak, the deeper deeper deeper my thoughts do sink, Dreaming of the one day when the oceans will carry them away. But until the day comes I'll be dressed in my disguise, constructed from numerous, worthless, wordy lies.
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