With every mistake created
Sharp pains are slowly being born
Starting within the mind
Beginning with one little thorn
Hidden beneath the lies being told
Thorns will grow in the heart
From small lies to bigger ones
Including the ones we start
People who are hurting now
With anger, pain, and sorrow
Pain within their hearts and minds
Can go on beyond tomorrow
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