The Language Matters

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“You are no more a good girl” I was blasting on her in turn She failed to keep word I was furious at her not honoring the word “Oh sorry, sorry “she was apologetic I was relentless and remained static I proved to be hot tempered She did not show any sign of being angered Suddenly it occurred If she had also murmured If not blasted in return It could have been my turn I did not realize That she really obliged We were fortunate enough Not to make it last laugh Yes words should be weighed with caution Before making its impact known It shall be good move With relation to improve Man should always restrain Particularly when it comes to maintain The soft relation for future journey It shall always be blessed by almighty One word can make hell lot difference It can up set the bright chance You can loose whole race When you have no chance to face The language matters The words improve The behavior strengthens The movement softens

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