Day 58

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Every letter in this poem
Is equal to the tears that fall out.
If violence will result to mayhem
How did you, who's always peaceful, destroy my heart like it's a total wipe out?

Words were pierced in my heart
Like how the dagger hit the target spot.
Confessions were stones that were thrown to the window
And hatred was a spear that bludgeoned my peace of mind.

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