You cut so harshly
Like matchetes through cotton
You cut so quickly
Like lightning strike
Without thinking
So much damage
Done
Steeled against the physical
Though outer shell
But you hit the core
And again I am small
Sad, lonely, and unsure
You cut me down
With a single word
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