I have to have one for everything. The only way I can express how I feel about a situation. The only way I can make sense of not the situation, but my feelings on it. The only way I can communicate to others the depth.
I sometimes feel they’re silly and dumb. But without them, I’d never speak. I know you may hate that about me; trust me, I do, too. It’s my only protection I have for myself. My only weapons to speak.
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