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ColdAmuChan

Published: Dec 28, 2010

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Literature Text

A word spoken that has caused so much harm
Another sentence passed, is third time a charm?
Another conversation flew by
again, should we try?

A whisper, almost unheard, does the greatest of pain
Another murmur is a secret truth that cannot be decoded, what is there to gain?
Another mistake yelled out to the world
again, should this battle be turned?

A simple poke could begin a war
Another punch thrown, is this a chore?
Another kick that would never end
again, should we just pretend?

A fight
Another might
Another mistake
again, should we break?

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You know how you worry if you said something wrong? Thats why I wrote this, I thought I made someone sad but it turns out that it wasnt me. Thank God!!