Riddle.

I can say a lot – without making a sound.

Sometimes I’m needed, sometimes I’m not.

I can be there when you’re by yourself, with your partner, or in a room full of people.

Sometimes I can make the difference.

Sometimes I cause pain.

Sometimes I cause revelations.

Sometimes I’m a choice, sometimes I am not.

I’m felt not heard.

I can be awkward.

I’ve been sought out and avoided.

I’m not usually what the conversation is about but I come up sometimes.

Who/what am I?

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