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Dec 2018
Those harsh words your whisper,
Joined with a smirk,
Stay lingering in my ears.

Your glares melt my self confidence into puddles,
Pressuring me to focus my eyes on the cold tile floor.

You don't realize the pain you inflict on me,
Causing me to intoxicate my problems.
Or maybe you do.
Written by
Kennedy Roth  20/F/Charlotte
(20/F/Charlotte)   
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