Tirade

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Your fury gnaws at me
Each word like a knife,
It cuts right into my soul
Slices away my emotions
Till I'm a sobbing heap
Curled on icy terrains
Of guilt and distress

Your verbal lashings
Sentences like whips,
Slice through apologies
Feeble attempts to redeem
Faded whispers of forgiveness
Fall upon deaf ears of your tirade
Turn away, let me wallow in despair

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