Your words, like vines taking my breath away,
as they wrap around my neck,
one at first then they multiply. Attacking me,
inflicting pain, gaining every inch towards my destruction,
as I lose evry bit of hope and dedication.
Internally brusing the origin of where my thoughts linger.
Where the distinguishment between right and wrong is held.
And for every letter you put together to spell these words,
they physically form the shape of daggers and bullets,
each injuring my mindset and killing my soul.
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