December 2, 2008
Why shouldn’t I be?
I am.
Your cruel words,
They spill from your lips,
With out any thought at all.
And they curt into me,
Like a thousand flaming swords,
Burning and branding,
With the memory,
Of a thousand bitter words,
Said over and over again,
Hurting and blazing,
Smoldering and tormenting.

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Evilgummysattack said...
Jan. 18, 2012 at 12:32 pm
I was doing random searches and I am having a really bad day. This actually made me feel better. You are very talented.
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