Cut me with Words
(Chapter 1: Portraits of Pain)
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You cut me with words and watched me bleed.
In the gaping holes of my wounds, you then planted seeds.
So I began wandering in a garden of self-doubt, a maze with no way out.
Every day the hedges grew higher until I could no longer see the
light and in the end, I gave up while a part of me died.
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