Untitled Part 27

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Cruel words
With sharp bites
Harm unshielded minds
Stoic stares
And mocking laughs
Make bruises that can't be seen

Curled fists
Without protection
Hurt the body so
Sad eyes
And pointing fingers
Mark the outward scars

Promised words
Fall away
In the battle of the geeks
Many watch
Some attack
One will always fall


Singled out
Broken down
Beaten to a pulp
Words or fists
It's all the same
It always ends in pain

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