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Mar 2014
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me.

And the words turn
into drops
into waterfalls
into rivers
into oceans.

And they turn
and they turn
and they turn.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me.

And the words wont leave now.
They're stuck in my head.
****.
*****.
*****.

And over again
and over again
and over again.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me.

And the words tell me
that I'm not good enough
as I cry softly
into the night
wondering why.

And I cry
and I cry
and I cry.

Sticks and stones may break my bones.
And the words, they hurt me.
Erin
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