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Sticks and stones

Sticks and stones,
break your bones,
words do hurt you,
they rip through your soul,
on your confidence they take a toll,
you can't hide,
what you feel inside,
you keep the pain silent,
hoping they don't become violent,
they don't even know your name,
that doesn't stop their torturous game,
when you look in the mirror and see their remarks,
because of that you gave yourself the marks,
one day a guy calls you pretty,
you take it as an insult or act of pity,
he sticks around trying to show her what she can't see,
she kept wondering why is he doing this to me,
finally she asked him why,
his answer I hate seeing a pretty girl cry,
don't tell me a lie,
I think I love you,
I think I love you too,
her soul is all repaired and new




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