Fiction
Repared fiction.
Revised and re-used.
This sheild is becoming weak.
Thinned out by you.
Silver swords thrown at this flesh wall.
Cuts too deep to save me from this fall.
And when i bleed out the entire world will know,
They will read my skin about all the lies you told.
These words are too sharp to hide.
All of this is too much to keep inside.
I'm not as strong as they all thought i was.
Because you keep unbearably hurting me worse than everyone else does.
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