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Sticks and Stones
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Sticks and Stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me...
Wrong...
Words hurt.
Bones can be fixed...repaired.
Hearts can’t.
Once you break a heart it’ll never be the same again.
Remember that next time you scream and shout.
You sit there is ‘your’ chair all high and mighty.
As spiteful words spill from your mouth.
The gleeful look in your eye as tears run down my cheeks.
Tears I swore would never fall again.
I swore I would never shed another tear over your words.
But I failed.
Like you say I always do.
My failure is your greatest pleasure.
It’s your favourite sport.
Your favourite show to watch.
You watch me fall time and time again.
It’s the only time your truly happy.
Why is that?
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