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Gary's knives, 
That's what I  dubbed his words

A harmed, hurting, angry woman
is the outcome of the damage
which he caused.
 
Like A Magazines of bullets them words would come
Blasting from his lips n 
Shooting straight into my chest.
 
Fat
Useless.
Worthless.
Disgusting.
Stupid.
Idiot.
DUMB.

Ugly,
Fatass
Bitch
C*nt,
Slut,


WHORE.

His words were my little murders the knives that
for years were all
I could see n hear,
looking in the mirror
I would hear them
screaming back at me,murdering me, 
cutting me right to the core of my very soul
unable to ignore the pain
tears  would flow down my cheeks
 
scars are trying to  fade but
memories can't be erased.
Look at me, I'm 
still here, I'm 
still breathing,
Just know I'm here 
still ........ 

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