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Harsh words

Toxic message,

Wounds like bullets

Hiding behind words,

Does not absolve you

It won’t take the guilt away,

Negativity has its victims

And their blood is on your hands,

And you laugh

And then you mock me,

Because you do not understand

That sharing love,

And promoting kindness,

Means never knowing that regret

Of the guilt and the shame,

You own now by the words you dealt

Think long, study your conscience,

And I hope you sleep well

For the hurt and pain,

That your words caused

Their blood there on your hands,

And it never be washed away,

This is the price you have to pay.

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