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.
Words spewed in contempt,
in never-ending streams,
viciously rubbing
against broken dreams
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