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Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can surely hurt me. While the blows from sticks and stones can be healed, the words are ever haunting. It takes millions of praises to put me back up but only one insult for me to crash and burn. The cuts and bruises have toughen my skin, but the words have weaken my heart The lies you have told have left me cold, never again believing the compliments I am told.
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC
Your Lies
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can surely hurt me. While the blows from sticks and stones can be healed, the words are ever haunting. It takes millions of praises to put me back up but only one insult for me to crash and burn. The cuts and bruises have toughen my skin, but the words have weaken my heart The lies you have told have left me cold, never again believing the compliments I am told.
For the person for who i would take a bullet for became the person behind the gun
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC
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