Word Wounds

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you breathed in the truth

like your last gulp of air

but truthfully,

you had already drowned

in the cold lies of yesterday

and your brain was ready to die

but you never knew

that the words had cut

a wound too deep to fix

so you put a bandaid over it

and prayed that you would heal

until the bleeding stopped

and the misery of your

loneliness

scabbed over

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