my bones are made of paper
so "sticks and stones" is dreadfully wrong;
those words print themselves in bold
and stain my soft canvas
the world can read others' opinions
that have manifested into the very thoughts i think about myself
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
my bones are made of paper
so "sticks and stones" is dreadfully wrong;
those words print themselves in bold
and stain my soft canvas
the world can read others' opinions
that have manifested into the very thoughts i think about myself
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