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Wounded
Your lies consume
me like a concussion
Your hatred strikes me
like a knife to the back
Your angry words
twisting my torn soul
Your agony tearing
my heart to pieces
Your lack of trust
destroying my mind
Your pain starring
me straight in the face
Your hurt pouring out
through invisible wounds
Your death smacking me
right upside the head
Your pity beating
against me, unbearably.
Thank you very much Mr. Millar
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