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"...But Words Will Never Hurt Me"
(4/18/00 - rewritten 9/20/07) Although it seemed like nothing When you sent those words my way, In my mind they kept replaying. Contaminating my brain. What you said had hurt me. Stabbed me like a knife. The pain that it has caused me Cut so deep, forced me to fight. You say that I deserved it. But why would that be so? And when you have no answer You say it was just a joke. But jokes are supposed to be funny. You're meant to respond with delight Instead you gave me painful wounds And wrong notions to make right.
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