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Words.
Tiny little knives of venom.
Pain.
They carve me open.
Hurt.
But no one can even see.
Ache.
It never leaves me.

Words.
Pointed, sharp and evil.
Pain.
It couldn’t be more lethal.
Hurt.
Yet no one hears me cry.
Ache.
Because no one asks why.

Words.
Over and over and over again.
Pain.
I think I’ve honestly grown insane.
Hurt.
I wear my pain on the outside.
Ache.
I’ve been stripped of any leftover pride.

Words.
Chanting taunts follow.
Pain.
Is no longer felt, I’m hollow.
Hurt.
Has now engulfed me,
Ache.
I need to be set free.

Words.
I need an escape.
Pain.
Patched up with weakened tape.
Hurt.
I let my mask slip down.
Ache.
Sobbing, but there is no sound.

Words.
The echoes will never fade.
Pain.
And now my choice has been made,
Hurt.
Begins to fade from my heart’s core.
Ache.
I feel no pain anymore.