It hurts. Their words that fly like bullets cascading out of their mouths. They hurt. Do you ever feel like if you listen to the things they say you'll lose it? I want to lose it. Just get up and sprint out of here. Run so hard, so fast, I fly right over their irritating vocabulary. But I can't. I won't. I'm scared; why? How can just a few syllabols change the entire flow of my emotion? I tell myself, "Their not worth it. Just calm down. Their not worth it." Then they speak again. More bullets flying at my still figure. I cannot move. They have me drilled to the floor as their lashing words strike me again and again, like a tattered leather whip. I think about their words every day. What are they suppose to mean? How do I take it? But most of all, how could these individuals, these once caring individuals say such things? Maybe they're suppose to be here. Maybe they're suppose to help me grow a back bone. Or maybe they were suppose to be gone, before they came.
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