Red words are becoming who you are
They are now scars embedded deep within your being.
Your mind has corroded and the one thing you understand is negativity
But words cannot be words without being spoken
THEY are the givers of self-hate
They told you, you were worthless
And you believed them.
You allowed them to recreate your mind
Because you gave in.
You gave in to the scars.

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