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Hurt

I can say sticks and stones will brake my bones but words will never hurt me

But thay do

I can say I am rubber and you are glue and what you say bones of of me and sticks to you

But the words do stick

I am broken

Never be able to love, trust,

My mind is broken

My Hart is broken

So when you say that to me step into my shoea and see how it feels to be empty

Broken

Hurt

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