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Sticks and stones may break my bones but a knife in my heart kills me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When life gives you lemons, it means life ran out of mangoes. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The early worm dies to the bird. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - People in glass houses laugh at strangers who stand soaked in the pouring rain. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Don't count your chickens before they've hatched because they are all probably dead. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They built the fence to prevent you from seeing the greener grass on the other side. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - If silence is golden, then is speaking up worth dirt?
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Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 8:50 PM UTC
Fragments of Childhood
Sticks and stones may break my bones but a knife in my heart kills me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When life gives you lemons, it means life ran out of mangoes. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The early worm dies to the bird. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - People in glass houses laugh at strangers who stand soaked in the pouring rain. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Don't count your chickens before they've hatched because they are all probably dead. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They built the fence to prevent you from seeing the greener grass on the other side. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - If silence is golden, then is speaking up worth dirt?
stuff I thought of on the way to my theatre performance :p
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Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 8:50 PM UTC
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