Words are my toys, that bend and do not break.
Like an unbreakable sword, double edged, give or take.
From a scale of one to love, to the loneliness of death, words can breathe in life, words can steal the breath.
Words can be exaggerated, words can be compressed.
Without the written wonder of the word, the world could not be expressed.
I may not always speak the truth, but my words will tell no lies, and perhaps one day you will read these words, long after this body dies.
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