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Apr 2016
The creator, the one who gave life to
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
Did not understand that pain is relative
Had never been told that names hold power
Cannot comprehend that words can transform
Into the sharp knife of a blade, or the abyss of self hatred
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But understand words hurt me too
Written by
Anastasia Mcauley  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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