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I may never see you again...
And... I look around and see confusion...
Did we ever really talk...?
Did you ever really understand...?
Hiding behind words that mean anything
Words that mean anything that you want them to...
Like spinning a beautiful web...
It's a beautiful thing to see...
But... did it mean to you
What it meant... to me...?
The things that were said
And... done...?
I have walked gently...
Meaning no harm...
And would have risked it all
If I could have believed what I heard...
What I heard in a world of hard hard words...
The world I found myself... in.
For... hard words are sometimes spoken gently.
I don't understand... hard words...
Hard people...
Hard worlds...
Hard rules...
And I know... from my own self...
Life can be lived without them.
It is a matter of respect.
It is a matter of respect...
That we don't play games
In this hard world...
This world already too full of hurt
To add any more to it.
I have found a way to live gently
In a hard, hard world
And... I've come to believe
That... if I can do this...
Anyone can do this.
To not learn the skill of gentle truth...
The skill of respect...
Just puts more hurt in the world.
Why would I want to just chase hurt...?
Why would I study the designs of webs...?
Chasing words...
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