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Your words scratch the back of my throat,
Like glass.

My thoughts sit in my head,
Like fire.

You say you love me,
Like a liar.

My excuses stay the same,
But I'm not tired.

Your words won't hurt me anymore,
I'm not their to harass.

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I wrote again.

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