When I was younger I was often asked if I had words. Back then I responded quickly and mostly without thinking, which often hurt me and others, but now I've learned that I don't have words, even when I think I do, and while I still refrain from keeping my mouth shut, I often delete what my fingers create, knowing that my thoughts as writing are worse than any conversations I attend.
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