For many years I hated my words. Mainly because I didn’t have the artistic flair to express myself as others were able to do with their words.

For many years I hated my words. Especially when I would see the person of my dreams and my words failed to flow passed my lips.

For many years I hated my words. For all the times I said yes when I really wanted to say no, stop, that hurts, I had enough, you’re not going to treat me that way, it’s over, I’m done with your bullshit, fuck you!

For many years I hated my words. Until one day I finally understood that my words, no matter how simple are just as important as your words.

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