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Oct 2018
Words that hurt,
are laying within the curb.
Being sprouted by those who are *******,
who are nothing but shrewd

The scoundrel of words;
the one that makes life full of cowards,
fake mockingbirds,
and sorrowful drunkards

It's a misdemeanor;
when false hope is given,
that is forever hidden;
And is taken to the grave of the teller.
Written by
Patricia M  15/F
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