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My
emotion is silent,
But your words are violent. Your words are penetrating my soul, Causing me to catch humiliation like a cold. My self-esteem is in six feet deep. My anger is asleep, But these words I shouldn’t speak Everyone is unique. Why am I cast away? What wouldn’t I pay? Just to have a cool conversation for a day. |
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