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I was always told when I was younger, that sticks and stones may break my bones, but names would never hurt me. But Bones will heal, bruises will subside and cuts will mend. They never told me that the names would stay with me.
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
Sticks and stones
I was always told when I was younger, that sticks and stones may break my bones, but names would never hurt me. But Bones will heal, bruises will subside and cuts will mend. They never told me that the names would stay with me.
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
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