Words

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The words, they hurt. Each one drives through me like a knife. I must put on a face so that they don't know that the words have finally reached my heart. Each word darkens my soul and leaves me wanting to feel numb and empty. Even when I "fix"  something, they find another thing to decipher me with. So all I can do is let the tears roll down my cheeks.

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