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Sticks and stones break bones. Words and feelings shatter my heart. It’s like a poet with a whip like tongue. You lash me with your words and I stagger back. Begging for the ground to swallow me whole. Words hurt. Words are hidden behind sweet tones and kind voices. But underneath they are ***** derogatory, and filthy. Don’t call a woman a w—re just because you think it’s funny. Don’t call a man a f-gg-t just because he has a different clothing style and doesn’t dress masculine. Words cut deeper than sticks and stones could ever. Words. Hurt
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Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 10:59 PM UTC
Words hurt
Sticks and stones break bones. Words and feelings shatter my heart. It’s like a poet with a whip like tongue. You lash me with your words and I stagger back. Begging for the ground to swallow me whole. Words hurt. Words are hidden behind sweet tones and kind voices. But underneath they are ***** derogatory, and filthy. Don’t call a woman a w—re just because you think it’s funny. Don’t call a man a f-gg-t just because he has a different clothing style and doesn’t dress masculine. Words cut deeper than sticks and stones could ever. Words. Hurt
Words will hurt. I’ve nearly lost two friends to suicide because they were bullied and called derogatory words and slurs. My friends have found professional help and are doing better.
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18/F/L.A California
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 10:59 PM UTC
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