White knuckles gripping the wheel.
Holding your life and your sanity.
Little flakes of hurt,
Powerful from the wind of harsh words spinning in your chest,
Blowing straight at you,
Blinding you,
Scarring your ability to see clearly,
Making tears spring to your eyes.
The blizzard of harmful words.
Holding your life and your sanity.
Little flakes of hurt,
Powerful from the wind of harsh words spinning in your chest,
Blowing straight at you,
Blinding you,
Scarring your ability to see clearly,
Making tears spring to your eyes.
The blizzard of harmful words.
NinjaGirl
Poetry-Angel
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