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FaithL2012

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

2 poems·Since December 2019
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Stabbed

December 27, 2019

They stabbed me in the back

Not with a knife but with their words

Ugly, stupid, worthless

A stab and another and another

You try to run from their attacks but there is no luck

They find you wherever you are hiding

You try to patch up your wounds 

But they keep stabbing you again and again

You start to cry from all the pain

You are bleeding with the hurt and reality of this

This is your life now

You cover up your wounds but it’s too late

They finally won

They killed you

 
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