Sticks and stones
May break my bones,
But words
They send shocks through me.
So even though
My hearts no bone,
I feel it break to early.
And sticks and stones
May break my bones,
But words they cause tyranny.
So here I am,
Vodka in hand.
And blood no longer in me.
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