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sometimes the words they slip as though they are water falling through the crack at the bottom of a broken glass and they can't be hidden again and it can't be changed because the scar is already there whether the words were false from the start we will never know but it is the fate of the heart to spend the time grasping the meaning and it hurts because the bruises reveal themselves on the surface from the battle within and hiding them becomes pointless so it can finally be seen that being used is not my cup of tea...