The power of words,
enough to change the mood or maybe even the world, I use mine to exercise my self expression, which gives impressions of my artistic direction, painting pictures of my emotions clear enough for you to see, most are unaware of the power, like hidden gun powder close to a fire, though it may be necessary to detonate in order to break the wall of silence, but could result in violence if not used with discretion, they say sticks and stones break bones, but words can hurt more than any fracture or contusion, causing pain and confusion, so be careful of  how you use them, however there's no need to be passive in your actions, speak up and be heard you'll be surprised at what happensÂ
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Power of wordsThe power of words, enough to change the mood or maybe even the world, I use mine to exercise my self expression, which gives impressions of my artistic direction, painting pictures of my emotions clear enough for you to see, most are unaware of the power, like hidden gun powder close to a fire, though it may be necessary to detonate in order to break the wall of silence, but could result in violence if not used with discretion, they say sticks and stones break bones, but words can hurt more than any fracture or contusion, causing pain and confusion, so be careful of  how you use them, however there's no need to be passive in your actions, speak up and be heard you'll be surprised at what happens |