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    This poem discusses the power of words to express one's inner thoughts and feelings. Words allow one to immortalize ideas and speak truths that may otherwise remain unsaid. Through writing, one can transport themselves to places where they have freedom to dream and make their own choices free from judgment. Words provide liberation and allow the soul to sing.

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    This poem discusses the power of words to express one's inner thoughts and feelings. Words allow one to immortalize ideas and speak truths that may otherwise remain unsaid. Through writing, one can transport themselves to places where they have freedom to dream and make their own choices free from judgment. Words provide liberation and allow the soul to sing.

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    Why I Write

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    This poem discusses the power of words to express one's inner thoughts and feelings. Words allow one to immortalize ideas and speak truths that may otherwise remain unsaid. Through writing, one can transport themselves to places where they have freedom to dream and make their own choices free from judgment. Words provide liberation and allow the soul to sing.

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    The Power of Words

    With words I sing. Letters are the language of the soul. My heart keeps time to the rhythm Of my spirit. With words I am immortal. My anger in the jagged edges, My excitement in the scribbles, Words tilting uphappiness. Ideas cannot be destroyed. With words I speak truth, The hands writing what the tongue Refuses to utter Treasures hidden deep Where disapproving eyes cannot see. With words I dream, Transported to another place Where my choices are mine alone To make and change Where I can fall on my own Until I choose to fly For with words, I am free.

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