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Every word you say to me

Is like being cut by a freshly sharpened knife

No matter what the word is

It just cuts into me deeper

The good words are nothing but a lie

I am now bleeding on the outside

It doesn’t matter how the good words sound

My blood is now making puddles all around

Because of the use of words you used

I now lay here in my blood dying