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Your Words Don't Hurt... Okay They Do
Expostulate your vile words
Carried on putrid breath
With an opinion of pure hatefulness
And a stench like that of death
Spit gleated on my face
The only moisture to touch my cheeks
Tears may brim but they dry
I will never show you I am weak
Carried on putrid breath
With an opinion of pure hatefulness
And a stench like that of death
Spit gleated on my face
The only moisture to touch my cheeks
Tears may brim but they dry
I will never show you I am weak
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