pierce the soul

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why,
they ask,
why do i
w r i t e
for you,
t h e s e
p r o s e s
and the
n e v e r -
rhyming
poetries?
ah, maybe
because
everyday,
all these
words
i try to
w r i t e,
become
all these
“swords”
that'll
(should)
h u r t ,
s t a b ,
and wound you,
turns out i created a double-edged one,
which, not only stabbed your being and
your soul, but it pierced mine as well and
i realized,
that this
sword i've
created has
pierced me
ever more
deeper than
it did with
yours.


author's note;

this is too goddamn messy mY GOD
it's physically hurting me
heLP

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