Crushing Blow
The deterioration in his face it was like
a withered rose in winter
What she said to him felt like a shard
of metal go through his heart
The harsh words of thee
could tare down any soul
but they're people out there
who do not understand the
crushing words the put
into hand
How could people be so mean
and the hurt this poor wonderer
constantly feels
he try's not to show the
unmerciful hurt But I can
see right through it because
I am the hurt
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