Broken Words

Some words are like pieces of broken glass. 
I bleed each time I pick them up
Yet I collect those with tear in the eyes 
And pain in the heart
But no matter how hard I try
The shards slip out of my hands
Leaving cuts in the hands
And this is not a menial job,
It requires skill and patience
Lest you bleed until the end

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