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My words
My words are my weapon, my defence.
My words may redeem me or hang me out to dry.
My words maybe truth, they may be lie.
They are the thoughts that I can’t hold in.
The criticism I take on the chin.
My words can make me a great friend or a crap enemy.
They show me to be a bitch, a sweetheart, an idiot, educated?
My words reveal things about me that I could oth...
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