Words weave together like fabric.
Weaving to make something beautiful.
Beautiful like a river, transparent as glass.
Words can be hurtful.
Hurtful in the way that you can cut with daggers.
Daggers are thrown with intent in mind.
Words can heal wounds.
Heal the wounds that, in turn, cause.
In time, forgiveness comes.
Words...
Laughable to those that poorly use them.
Influential to those that can articulate.
Words weave into something special.
Words hurt like a bullet.
Words heal like a cast.
Words are forever.
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