"A broken bone can heal, but the wound
a word opens can fester forever."
~ Jessamyn West
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She wielded words as she would a sword, but over time, the rules of engagement no longer had meaning.
She parried with words, pressed and thrust; administering a final coup de grâce, one for each of them.
For James, hollow promises and a broken vow, wounding pride and heart.
For Jack, a Judas kiss and an egregious lie. “I’m not sorry.” Words that forever echoed in the shattered darkness of her soul.
For Will, words not spoken left the deepest wound. No words of comfort, no words of hope, no words at all.
She no longer trusted herself to speak.
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