Words
Im a pin cushion for other peoples sharp
insulting words,
no matter how small they think they are.
Everyone of them stabs me ,slaps meme
in the face,
,punches me in the gut,
makes me think and cry at night,and
analyze myself inside and out.
Its torture
every little letter forming big words that
really hurt.
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