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Hurtful words
You ripped out my heart With but one word from your lips You shredded my body with your talons Chunks of my flesh splatter everywhere
You desecrated my inspiration You spit on my work All the while you call it constructive Everything I believe in, is in my writing
The pain I feel when you shun it Is immeasurable by any standards you know of The my God protects me from your words He gives me what I need to write He gives me a faith, a reason, and a cause |
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