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Feb 2019
I was always told when I was younger,
that sticks and stones may break my bones,
but names would never hurt me.

But
Bones will heal,
bruises will subside
and cuts will mend.

They never told me that the names would stay with me.
Written by
ChrisL  M/United Kingdom
(M/United Kingdom)   
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