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The hurt

  • Writer: Magickmaster 8
    Magickmaster 8
  • Sep 23, 2023
  • 1 min read

I'm stabbed Deep inside

In my aching, wounded heart

I am in great pain


The red wound, as the knife twists

Can I complain though?

After all I was the one


It was my choice, hurt

I opened my heart to me

Lowered my defence

 
 
 

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