My heart cries out, in pain and despair,
Words like blades, so sharp and so rare,
Cutting deep, right down to the core,
The wounds they leave, I can't ignore,
So much hurt, they have caused me,
I can feel, my eyes start to see,
The damage done is hard to mend,
Words can break, like a cruelest friend
I must heal and no longer defend
This is where our story must end
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