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Sticks and stones may break my bones But words will never hurt. Etched across my brittle heart Is a grotesque mark, It reads “it’s over”.
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
Sticks and stones
Sticks and stones may break my bones But words will never hurt. Etched across my brittle heart Is a grotesque mark, It reads “it’s over”.
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
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