Words scare me the most.
They can enfold everything perfectly
and not let anyone see it.
Some days they hide pain and tears,
anger and vengeance disguise
as words the other days,
happiness and satisfaction may
envelop in many times,
yet I may not be able to know it,
and be late to wipe the tears
or lend the hand.
I have believed them
a numerous times,
but they are treacherous.
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