Words, Fail.

 2015, write more.
Because at one time
 I loved it.
 I needed it.  
Words were a life blood.
They pumped through me.
Kept me alive
A heart
 A way to connect to something.
 It wasn't about being great.
 Or even good.
My fragments were the pieces
 that connected me.
To myself.
With myself.


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