Quench for knowledge
Thirst for books
My language
You may not understand
Some do
Yet some don't
Words flow out
I am the master
Yet I am a servant
I am their friend
Though I am their fiend
I control the words
But
Some part of them rule me
They understand me
All the more they stop me
Hinder, lingering, trapping me
In them
They guide me
They stop me
I rule them
They control me
They get me
They don't scold me
They don't mock me
I am a whole different person to them
For them
Because of them
Words help me express
The strands of emotions I have
They are my language
The only one I get.............
The Rueful and Hopeful
By Potterheadaanya
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