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The words of spite,
You spoke,
Though cold as ice,
They burned like a fire,
They burned me from the inside out.
The words of love,
You spoke,
They twisted in my gut,
Like the knife,
You were wielding.
The words of kindness,
You spoke,
Were like the gun, bulletless,
That you keep in your room,
Hitting me in the head again and again.
You spoke,
Though cold as ice,
They burned like a fire,
They burned me from the inside out.
The words of love,
You spoke,
They twisted in my gut,
Like the knife,
You were wielding.
The words of kindness,
You spoke,
Were like the gun, bulletless,
That you keep in your room,
Hitting me in the head again and again.
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