Words and phrases. Lies and Truths.
Presenting the blossom of emotion, but
it withers in my hand,
The taste of ashes in my mouth.
Cruel words spoken by angry mouths
Slicing more deeply than the sharpest blade.
Long forgotten memories falling from my eyes like heavy stones.
Scars cover the surface
The Hurt pushing from the inside, out
To leave me misshapen
DIStorteD and WarPeD.
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