Words…
Sometimes, I have too many words to write.
Sometimes, I have no words at all.
Sometimes, the words are too sacred to share.
Sometimes, the words are too raw for anyone to handle.
Sometimes, words are kept because they will be unheard.
Sometimes, words are held for fear of them being mishandled.
Sometimes, words are wisely left unsaid.
Sometimes, words are timely spoken.
Sometimes, words are best played in the language of music.
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