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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

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About Rebecca Ahn

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

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