I'm looking for words that I can call my own, not borrowed phrases from someone else's storm, just something honest, unpolished, and mine, the kind that sits with you long after the hesitation, quiet but certain, like a friend who doesn't need to say much to be understood
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I wonder if we are just an amalgamation of all the things that came before us? The people, the places, the phrases, the language? Always seeking our own words for our own poetry. Beautiful piece!