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words are such dangerous swords
sharpened by hate and anger
painted silver with emotion
and the intent to hurt
they leave wounds
under my skin
so that no one else can see them
and though they are small
they still bleed

a hundred small cuts
stinging
reminding me
i am still alive
when i shouldn't be

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