Words words words

Words, words, words, words, words
A never ending cycle of words
I’ve always believed in self-expression
But at what point does it become desperation

Clutching at the words like they’re a runaway kite
Breathless, chasing, what do you hope to achieve?
What about silence,

Does it not say more than words ever can.

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