like papercuts
I don't know existed,
until much later
when they sting.
the meanings behind them
rise up slowly from my stomach,
like bile,
like acid.
i need to throw them up
but i can't
lest anyone else finds out.
keep it down. keep it down.
don't let others know
that i am weak
that your words get to me
that your words actually
makes my heart bleed.
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