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pardon my excessive sudden blogging binge.and my current obsession over words.

it's just that words are something that makes my life the way it is.words written, heard, spoken.words thought about, mulled over.words sung. words recited from a script, or words that come spontaneously on a quiet night alone. words that bring a smile to others.words that break hearts. what if words were to disappear one day? i dont mean voices and the lyrics of the songs i know so well. i mean words itself.

funny how our minds always seem to be conditioned to ignore the very things that we should be treasuring.

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