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The things that people say. My God, the things they'll say to each other.
Words sink through me like a diving rock, hurtling for the earth.
No, I don't care.
Yes, I do care.
Of course I do.
A combination of two simple words,
Two basic sayings,
Will strike through.
A blend of three ugly terms,
That knock my breath away,
Because I know they're true.
Then four words,
They scream out and slap me,
They scold, they hurt, they abuse.
They are evil. But they are true.
A sentence. Disgusting. Telling me what I am.
Telling me what to do.
A run-on. Even worse. A sentence dragged on to impose pain.
Torture by means of tone.
Two sentences. Hurtful, angry, upsetting, and harsh.
But they're both still true.
Water splatting onto my face as a paragraph forms.
Words from the mouth and into the air,
Carving patterns into nothingness.
A full on paragraph. A rant. A tirade. Everything right and everything true.
Kettle's screaming with those voices.
Words being pronounced out of hate and not love.
Love. Is it even real? I think not.
Finally, it's over.
Wait three seconds before breathing.
In and out.
Dear God. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
The horrible words, the evil vocabulary, the nastiness I hear.
I picture the spelling, some combinations are forbade.