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It keeps ringing in my ears
Gnawing at my torn heart
Swallowing my entity whole
Trapping me in a place
I so desperately want to leave

Why can't I do better?
Why can't I do anything right?
Why am I filled with mistakes?
Why am I like this?
Is it because I was not enough?

Nouns that give me venomous titles
Adjectives that describe my inferiority
Your words akin to a lullaby
That pulls me into the deepest depth

I struggled to get free
Further entangling myself
Into the shackles that bound me
Can I really escape from this?
No, freeing myself is nothing
But a fleeting dream

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Be careful of what you say,
Because words are sharper than knives.

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