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Jan 2015
You're the trickle of fear in my sea of doubt
You're the limp in the leg that once wasn't healed
You're the cool in the breeze that makes me shiver
What you are kills me without a sound
You roar and scream
As I pay no attention
Which doesn't mean
What you say bounces off of my skin
It doesn't
It stings and slashes deep
But what can I do, to make you stop?
Nothing
DustBall
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