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Dec 2015
Your words drove into me like the dagger at your side
They pierced through me into my very heart
But your face stayed calm like the waters in a lake without tide
You seemed indifferent to the pain that you caused as my soul was torn apart
You showed no sign of expression under that gilded mask
But I'm sure that mask is your prison
You hide behind it and then strike out fast
Your words eat away at you like poison
To hide your dying self you try to **** others instead
But for every person you wounded you killed yourself again
Our words can hurt, but often they hurt us more than we could ever hurt another. When we try to lift ourselves up by pushing others down it only causes us more pain in the end.
Gracie Knoll
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