The words flowing across the screen speak for me A voice when I have none The words hurl daggers at unseen tormentors They also caress and soothe The words curse scream sob or whisper They also laugh chuckle and delight With them I am lifted to ecstasy flying on invisible wings Or they show the view of my mental torture my cell of hellish nightmares No matter the day I always find myself between the lines
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