Different Words
The crack of dawn, the start of a day, will I be the same as I was yesterday? Will my truths that were meant to be so sure be as I was so convinced they were? Or will every thing be changed and my self be re-arranged. By the tone of a lonely night, what words took away my fright? Of all that I was and ever am, or will different words begin again?
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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli