weapons and words
I fear the words of others
More than I fear their weapons.
Words stick with you like cancers,
Festering, growing within.
Then, once it can't be contained,
It will finally kill you.
At least with sticks, stones and guns,
All the pain ends much faster.
You feel it, and then it is gone.
It leaves behind just a scar.
It's there, but the pain is done.
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The Little Crow
Genel Kurgu|| Everything changes when you fall in love with the enemy. || When General Niall Killian, a high ranked prodigy, recruits the newly graduated Thea Rhaanan to work for him, his hope is that she will be the key to unlocking incredibly valuable inform...
