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Created on: July 11, 2009 Last Updated: May 10, 2011
The deepest wounds
are not always visible,
inflicted by angry voices,
making victims miserable.
Words hurled with rage,
breaking spirits apart,
cannot be taken back
or erased from the heart.
Spewing words with contempt
in never-ending streams,
viciously rubbing
against broken dreams.
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