The fault in our words
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Ongoing8m
Last published Sat, Mar 9, 2019
So many shattered golden dreams
So many veiled talent
So many broken homes
So many debilitated trust
So many cowardice
So many strained friendships............
But!
what if our words were more subtle
What if our words were spoken with more love
What if our words were more encouraging
What if we chew our words before utterance
What if our words were free from venom.....
Join me on this journey to make an impact with our wordings on unveiling the vile effect and aftermath of unfiltered words causing a great deal of harm to lives.
Hello lovelies this is my second book, hope it will make that impact I aspire and I will greatly appreciate it if you do take out time to check out my first book;Hurdles, for those who haven't read it.
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