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What's worse,
The bruise on the skin, destined to fade,
Or the sting of words, in silence replayed?
Manipulated truths, twisted and spun,
A war in my mind you've already won.
You bend my will, reshape my sight,
Convince me the darkness is actually light.
A bruise will heal, the pain will cease,
But your words leave me begging for peace.
You whisper "I care," but your care's a chain,
Binding my soul in invisible pain.
What's worse,
The wound that's seen, or the one that's hid?
The love that controls, or the hate it forbid?
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Can't Escape 3
FanfictionHow would you define this master of manipulation? She looked up her eyes swollen from tears as the truth hit her with a force where she felt like dying, where she felt like drowning herself. She couldn't understand the differences between the truth...
