Sticks and stones,
May break my bones..
But my thoughts,
Will fucking kill me.
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A Handful Of Darkness
PoetryDreams turn to nightmares, Nightmares turn to dreams. Wishes turn to fears, Or maybe that's what we believe. Tears turn to smiles, And the pain goes away. Maybe one day, You'll be okay.
Sticks and Stones.
Sticks and stones,
May break my bones..
But my thoughts,
Will fucking kill me.
