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Your Words Don't Hurt... Okay They Do
Expostulate your vile words
Carried on putrid breath
With an opinion of pure hatefulness
And a stench like that of death
Spit gleated on my face
The only moisture to touch my cheeks
Tears may brim but they dry
I will never show you I am weak
Carried on putrid breath
With an opinion of pure hatefulness
And a stench like that of death
Spit gleated on my face
The only moisture to touch my cheeks
Tears may brim but they dry
I will never show you I am weak
Published 11th May 2014
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11th May 2014 3:18pm
11th May 2014 6:30pm
11th Jun 2014 5:14am
The thing about pain is that it demands to be felt Kittybug, but amazing work as always. You're such a strong,gorgeous talented kittykat. Love ya girl!
