Wounded boy

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For your words of daggers
I do not forget
For I store them inside
my darkest part
Chained while sit

So wounded boy
I shall not cry
I shall put it in
My deepest part
And smile
Be brave
And yes that mean lie

Wounded boy
I shall not yell
I shall scream my own daggers
For words
I know too well

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