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Hurt

No bruises, cuts, or scrapes.
I don't wear a cast or a brace.
My wounds are on my soul.
Beaten and in pain.
Not a cast, but a mask of sarcasm and cruelty.
If you catch more flies with honey than vinegar
I'll be vinegar.
Sour and bitter.
I just want to be alone.
Written by AnotherLostSoul (AlexInWonderland)
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