146 : wounds

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i know how to strike you
drop your knees to the ground
demons roar inside your guilt
pretend not to hear a sound
you cannot bare to hear the words
"you cause me so much pain"
you inserted your own knife
my turn to twist the blade

—it comforted me to know you were suffering too

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