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Did you run out of insults?
What were you searching for?
I promised myself
That I wouldn't let your words hurt me anymore.
But those words that you spoke
Pierced my skin
And got to where I promised
You'd never be allowed in
Your words have made me
Feel even more inferior
I can't meet my eyes
When I stand before a mirror
You're supposed to be the one
Who takes care of me
But you've grown tired of your role
This I can clearly see
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