August 29, 2009
By Tyler Bryant BRONZE, Orlando, Florida
Tyler Bryant BRONZE, Orlando, Florida
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You speak acid words to me
And still I grope for them,
I clench them near and dear
And smile as my hands burn
And they dig into me.

I hold them close to my heart,
Wincing joyfully as your words sink in
And eat away at my chest
And my heart falls to pieces.

The author's comments:
Only when what we work hardest to build falls on top of us do we truly know the full extent of our work.

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