It Still HurtsA Poem by Review
your voice floats through the air,
others praise you for the beautiful melodies you weave. But I have heard your voice spit venom, burning, killing, destroying. And it still hurts. I see a paper written in your unmistakeable script, others love you for the enchanting stories you can scrawl in your sleep. But I have seen your words saying things the others would never have thought could come from your hand. Hateful, Spiteful, poisoning words. And it still hurts.
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