it's crazy how a few words can make a flood of emotions wash over me. The wounds are healed from the outside, but certain words feel like glass in my throat - and that's when I hear them... never when I speak them. My heart rate quickens and I tense up.
Damn words.
Time heals all wounds.
Does it really?
Where's my mind eraser? You know - like in Vanilla Sky?
Yeah, that one didn't work out either.
If people really knew that what they said could fuck with your mind forever, do you think they'd choose their words more carefully, or would they continue to use their words like weapons? I already know the answer to that. They would use their words like weapons as a means of self preservation.
Damn words.
I held my tongue as to not cut with it. I have played over those words in my mind. Over and over and over. I have banished them from the corners of my mind. I do not dwell on them and I try not to play with them that often any more, but when I hear them spoken by someone else... well then those flood gates open up and the demons have a party. I have a throat full of glass and sorrow washes through my veins.
Just remember that sometimes, you should hold your own tongue too.
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