The sadness of words

Why did humans invent words?

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I have a special relationship with words. I've had one ever since I started using the internet.
It's like words have feelings. I guess that's why there are different fonts and formats, and different types of punctuation marks, and different ways to phrase words to express different things.

But really, words attempt to explain. And words are meaningless without an author; indeed, all words have authors, somewhere in time.

Words are merely shadows of the soul. Little black symbols that your eyes see, and that your brain then interprets.
I get affected by these shadows so easily. Sometimes the authors, though they don't intend to, cause me pain with their shadows.
And though I could reciprocate the shadows with even more shadows, like I so often did in the past, I just end up with too much darkness and I never feel better in the end.

One of my favourite characters from one of my favourite games, League of Legends, has this quote whenever you move him around. He's a little ninja (technically, a yordle), and he says in his ever-so-stealthy voice "The eyes never lie!".
And it's true. The problem with my world right now is that the screen in front of me hides my eyes, and hides yours as well, reader.

I could be lying to you when I write that I feel incredibly lonely at this hour of the night, and that my loneliness has been with me for many, many years, never being quite able to let me go when I'm in the real world.

But if you saw my eyes, you'd truly see that I'm incredibly lonely, and that I long for real ____.

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Abused to death

I am so angry.
I am SO sad.
I am so disappointed; but I didn't expect any better.
I am so fearful.

She is going to survive.
She doesn't like the abuse but she'll get the final word.
She'll take care of the smart and the ones in need.
She'll punish the greedy; the power-hungry; the abusers.

I am hopeful.
I am lonely.
I am not alone.
I am patient.

She is being sacrificed because of our collective stupidity.
She is usually loving and caring if you respect her.

He is the evil who has been "elected".
He is the symbol of the exploitation and corruption all around us.
His army commander has chosen to opt out of the Kyoto Protocol.

I am going to win my battle.
Him and his friends are going to pay for their convictions.

I love Her.


Who is She?
I know who I am.
Who are you?
We all know who he is; we're practically forced to give him respect because he is our "leader".

What's one step you've taken to help Her? It can be the smallest of things; every little bit helps increase yours and others' awareness.

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I'll end this poetic post with a picture of one of my favourite homemade snacks: nachos with protein and a special dip that is my secret recipe.

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My real life's tragic

If it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Even in the dark

And that's where I'd love more of us to be, yeah

©Hayley Williams, Josh Farro

There's a reason

Something in the airwaves; buried openly in this song
Somehow the airwaves heal me

Somewhere in time; I've heard this before
And then Blink blasts out and deafens my soul

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