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Sticks, Stones, and Dreamless Realities

Dear you,
I have heard the screams
Of those whose dreams were shredded
At the seams by you.
Those that gave you the satisfaction
Of engraving the scars into their hearts as you
Enslaved them to your words.
I’ve overheard the lies that
Sent your victims to their
Demise as you criticized their weakness.

Do you know the pain you’ve caused?

As the blood begins to drip from their wrists
Staining the noose you left before them
They remain alone. Unknown
To a world where sticks and
Stones hurt less than the hatred
You’ve shown them.

Where we cannot condone your actions.



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