Words slicing through my veins

Causing me to lose control of my sanity

Making me speak angrily

Illusions created in the mind

As anger builds up and releases on its own time

The past, present and future has been scorched, with the words from one with a broken heart

Spilling words with such haste

bringing fourth a bitter taste

Words has the power to cut deep

Like Pouring salt on open wounds

It takes years for it’s surface to heal

Optimistic D3Vi

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