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Mar 2013
Remember that saying,
Sticks and stones may break
my bones,
but words will never hurt
me?

They lied.
After a while,
those words will hurt you.
And so every puff of smoke
that comes from my weakened body.
Every ounce of food
that's not passing my
sensitive teeth,
will create a shield.
Your words won't hurt me
once there's nothing
for there to be words about.
Written by
Andrea  21/F
(21/F)   
384
   Tori G and Jodi
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