Words, words, words.

Words, written and written well – with purpose and such or words, spoken, artfully crafted and beautiful or words, sung, like a surprise or like a feeling.
I love those words.
I don’t love all the words though.
Out in life, most of the time, I wish people wouldn’t use quite so many, that they’d just shut up and stop talking so much. Sometimes I resent having to use words at all.
These words here, being famous words and such succinct ones makes it feel harder to find good ones to use in response to them. Or it. Because after all this is just one word repeated. But a famous word it is.

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