Synonyms take the place of what the disaster of the word alone stands for.
I've told you, all...especially "you", that you've hurt me.
At age six I realized I could sing.
She painted herself with words and let the oxygenated fresh air of the words of wisdom fuel the fire within
I'm beginning to notice my bars...
Babe, I lifted you out of the ashes...
Lights. Camera. Music all throughout the theatre.
Who’s the one who says that minds are depraved?