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a personal response to dissapointing comments

Critique this

 

Your words,

you use to wound.

My skin remains pristine

my soul is black

and blue.

Black cloth

upon your head.

To hang my heart

and hear it slow

until it beats no more.

 

But inside remains

a spark.

You’ll be fuel to flame the fire.

It’s not a pastime but

a passion undeniable.

Take your best shot,

I’ll do more than live

I’ll thrive.

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