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Words have shaped me like a sculpture, Like liquid poured into a mold, Words have feasted on my soul crueler than a vulture, Tearing me apart, splitting me open, leaving me exposed, Words more painful than a pus-filled ulcer, Left me trembling, huddled in a corner with my eyes closed. Words have killed me, I was overexposed, My mind slowly rotting, decomposed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Date: 1/8/2020 9:37:00 PM
Ouch. Wonderfully written... Loads of imagery... excellent... The ouch was the picture I had in my head about decomposed... lol... Ann
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Laurice S.
Date: 1/9/2020 12:09:00 AM
Hahaha sorry about that ! Thank you so much for reading it and leaving a comment ^__^