Words Are The Weapons

Words Are The Weapons That Came And Stole From Me My Individuality To Become The Best That I Can Be.

It Was When I Tried To Become Me That Your Words Started To Attack Like A Hungry Dog.

The Anger Your Eyes Revealed … The Hatred Your Lips Spoke … I Used To Think That I Was Dreaming But When I Awoke …

It Was The Dogs Who Attacked More That Bit Me To The Core Of My Being Not Ever Wanting To Stop.

It Opened My Old Wound And So In Time I Stopped To Count How Many Times Your Words Truck Again And Again That’s Why I’m Hurting.

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