Slit your wrist and cut your thighs. Hate yourself and cry some more. Sit in the bath room all alone. Tell me why razors don't hurt. But words do. The "pain" From a cut is nothing g compared to the pain felt from a single hurtful word.
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Slit your wrist and cut your thighs. Hate yourself and cry some more. Sit in the bath room all alone. Tell me why razors don't hurt. But words do. The "pain" From a cut is nothing g compared to the pain felt from a single hurtful word.