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Words

Your words cut right through me.
Your actions pound through my skin.
My heart beats to the sound of melancholy,
When you say those words to me.

Cold shivers run down my spine
As you throw biting words right at me.
You tie me up in grief and pain
And I always fail to escape.

I walk through a valley of emptiness,
Each day getting closer to ultimate frailty.
You take away my glee
Now I...

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