Words

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I'm not good with words
I told you once before ,
Yet i was forced ,
As you called me absurd .

Words dont come easy to me ,
Like a knife through my chest ,
As you smile with glee,
It was theft .

Under pressure you see ,
I fail to breathe ,
Like weather at sea ,
I will plead ,
To be set free .

9th March 23

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