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Jul 2014
Stings of poison,
Every word that I hear.
Deep into the core of the heart,
Where its effects cannot be cured.

Stakes of wood,
Cut deep into flesh,
Yes I'm dead to myself,
If that was your intention.

So much pain, so much hurt,
And right after I've felt so much,
You make do like nothing's happened.
All meaningless emotions.

Wasted...
Richard B Sebastian
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