Sticks and stones...
Sticks and stones my break my bones but words shall never hurt me.
How many times has this been said
and how many times have I chanted "I wish I was dead".
Words cut sharper then cold steel knifes
Makeing are very souls go blind
hideing ourself from ourself.
Oh,it's a very sad life.
I wonder if I can heal
from all those burning words you spill.
Untill then I will
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
(Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will only make me feel all alone
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