A Clean Room

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You words are sharp.
Your voice unkind.
You don't see
My delicate mind.
You don't know
Why I hurt
When you push me
In the dirt.
You don't know
Why I bleed
When your words
I try to heed.
You tear me up
And throw me out
And wonder why
I'm filled with doubts.

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