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Harsh Words

Words spill out as ink stains severe

I scrub but they only pale

With swears and shouts I persevere

As they mock me cold and stale


And with each syllable still they spread

Filling the air with scorn

Burning their way along as I’m

Left feeling wasted and worn

About Rebecca Ahn

Entrepreneur. Writer. Editor. Warrior. And one Tough Cookie!

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