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Dec 2019
sometimes when you say things
I wonder if you know
just. how. much.
what you say matters to me

other people's words I can brush off
and forget
but your words cut deep
they sting and ache for a while
and maybe longer
until there is only a mark left
only the mirror knows how many wounds
you have inflicted

when you insult me
I will spend the next few days
looking at myself different.
did you know that?
no, you didn't.

you're inconsiderate, to put it nicely
but even our friends note
you're nicer to me.
I wonder why, honestly.
There may or may not be an individual I admire. Hypothetically, if there was one,
they would be/are a piece of trash, emotionally and to others, even to those they don't know they affect. Then, in turn, I have mental breakdowns just thinking about how they were crying or whatever. I personally like not being emotionally decimated, but can't do anything about it.
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