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The creator, the one who gave life to Sticks and stones may break my bones But words will never hurt me Did not understand that pain is relative Had never been told that names hold power Cannot comprehend that words can transform Into the sharp knife of a blade, or the abyss of self hatred Sticks and stones may break my bones But understand words hurt me too
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
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The creator, the one who gave life to Sticks and stones may break my bones But words will never hurt me Did not understand that pain is relative Had never been told that names hold power Cannot comprehend that words can transform Into the sharp knife of a blade, or the abyss of self hatred Sticks and stones may break my bones But understand words hurt me too
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
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