Words cut deeper than any blade ever could. A physical wound eventually heals, emotional wounds can last a lifetime. These emotional wounds mar me, marked by the path of my tears. I am forever changed. Hardened by the coldhearted. My eyes hold the story and my lips have sealed it tight. Forever tormented by the storm of sorrow in the back of my mind. Yet no one is to care because it is my responsibility, my duty, to put on a happy show to make the world feel comfortable. I could really use one of you great pretenders to be my mentor, I'm not very good at being fake.
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Author:
Mizzjewel (
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I agree words hurt , but being hurt makes us stronger to be able to stand tall and face any life situations 🙂
Very true
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