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words of venom dripping with poison tongue armed with blades sharpened words of contempt soaked in malice and barely unrestrained violence directed at the unsuspecting victim darts hurled as hard as i can throw them piercing deep and scarring wide tearing through layers of fragile pride words of disgust burning with scorn lips parted for a torrent of rage words of hatred snarled in distaste and unleashed from the tongue’s cage aimed with precision and thoughtless indulgence a gleeful abundance of countless insults surging restlessly and encouraging the feed the ardent addiction of foolish greed but the words always manage to come back recoiling at first then ready to attack because they bounce off the surface of the mirror the reflection of my face as they cut deeper sinking inside to wrench a hand round my throat stopping my breath to not further demote but the words always inflict the damage intended and here they seep into my subconscious watch them spread, watch them burrow and feel them multiply my sorrows because the words are always present at any time they, after all, come from my own mind.
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Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 12:43 PM UTC
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words of venom dripping with poison tongue armed with blades sharpened words of contempt soaked in malice and barely unrestrained violence directed at the unsuspecting victim darts hurled as hard as i can throw them piercing deep and scarring wide tearing through layers of fragile pride words of disgust burning with scorn lips parted for a torrent of rage words of hatred snarled in distaste and unleashed from the tongue’s cage aimed with precision and thoughtless indulgence a gleeful abundance of countless insults surging restlessly and encouraging the feed the ardent addiction of foolish greed but the words always manage to come back recoiling at first then ready to attack because they bounce off the surface of the mirror the reflection of my face as they cut deeper sinking inside to wrench a hand round my throat stopping my breath to not further demote but the words always inflict the damage intended and here they seep into my subconscious watch them spread, watch them burrow and feel them multiply my sorrows because the words are always present at any time they, after all, come from my own mind.
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luisa-c
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Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 12:43 PM UTC
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