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Feb 2014
Here's what hurts.

What hurts is that you can't
Take me in a serious tone or
You think everything is a joke.

You yelled at me, knowing I
Hate the obnoxious shrill of
Such a noise.

What hurts is that you
Triggered me
Back to back to back.

But what hurts the most?

You can't handle me at my worst.
Just a venting poem.
Thay
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   Lyla
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