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You lick your lips, and your tongue slips back behind your teeth. Just like a sword, being tucked back into its sheath. Now, you are preparing for yet another day, to come out of a dual victorious. But oh, my vicious opponent, one of these days your words won't leave me injurious.
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
The Battle with Words.
You lick your lips, and your tongue slips back behind your teeth. Just like a sword, being tucked back into its sheath. Now, you are preparing for yet another day, to come out of a dual victorious. But oh, my vicious opponent, one of these days your words won't leave me injurious.
Every cruel word someone spits out, can either break you further, or make you stronger. It's your choice.
ravanna-dee
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
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