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7d
Your words hurt like a blade to my throat,
The feeling of sand to my eyes,
The pain one gets when being alone for too long,
The cold on my hands in the freezing rain,
And the beauty of the warmth that god gave me.
Your words slipped purposefully, but I fell by them accidentally.
Think before you speak, or else thee shall never forget.
I love writing without purpose
Written by
Alice Rylah Doyle  14/Cisgender Female/Norway
(14/Cisgender Female/Norway)   
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   Liana
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