The deepest pain is silence
It hurts so deep, it cuts like a knife
Prickling and twisting her gut until she loses her Innocence
It comes as fast as a tsunami
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aw, this sucks. not the poem but your sadness and I definitely understand your plight. much of my work is dedicated to my betrayer. I wrote something called my bad man or under roofs of rage that pretty much mirrors your work and pain. I understand, lord do I. thanks for writing this I totally identify.
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aw, this sucks. not the poem but your sadness and I definitely understand your plight. much of my work is dedicated to my betrayer. I wrote something called my bad man or under roofs of rage that pretty much mirrors your work and pain. I understand, lord do I. thanks for writing this I totally identify.