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You can cut me deep

  I bleed just like everyone else

You can bludgeon my spirit

  You might even make it bruise

Call me every name in the book

  Drag my identity through the mud

Rip my writing up

  Flush it down the toilet

Make me your hole in the wall

  Feed me affection in scraps

Tell me that I'm worthless

  Push me off the edge

Never look at me

  Only think of me as slutty

Tear me up from the inside out

  Fill me with negativity from the outside in

You can disgrace me

  In any public arena that you want

Try ruthlessly to take my most prized possession

  Empty me of the only value I know

I cannot survive it though

  One day you are going to kill me.


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Make your writing your shield! Withstand the onslaught! There is a sad element of hopelesness in this piece that is compelling. Well done.

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I agree there is hopelessness. However, it feels more like a fuel to defiance. Almost a power in the apathy...good job.

grunfruaorshell
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Thanks for the feedback hopeless I was, defiant I am always.

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