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Confession of a Verbal Assassin
I’m finally learning the value of biting my tongue.
I’m trying to apply what I’ve learned.
I don’t have to win the argument.
I don’t have to prove I’m right.
I don’t have to have the last word,
Or, the best word,
Or, the most pointed word,
Thereby nailing my victim to the wall.
Pressing my points produces injuries.
Victims build walls,
Retreat – to heal wounds.
If I’m really right,
They may or may not know it.
But God knows it.
And sometimes, I’ll know it.
And that’s enough.
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