I hurt all who care,
In ways I can't comprehend,
Through words I blurt blatantly
Like a river,
It flows through your soul,
Pierecing like a blade,
Sharper than any you've felt
The intention so pure,
The effect so wrong,
Hurt in misdirection,
A soul weeps again
The fingers always point,
At my nonchalant face,
With or without reason,
I'll be held for treason.
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