“Stick and stones may break your bones but names will never hurt you”*
She said through bittersweet lips as I place my hot, red bruised arm against the cold cement of the wall and tried to hold in my tears. The harsh words tattoo my skin just as bad as the now purple-blue stain of the bruise. They both left a mark.
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