They warn you of sticks and stones,
That break your bones,
But fail to mention
Betrayal and lies,
Cut deeper than a knives,
I think Words will always hurt me.
But those who speak
Sugar and spice
And of everything nice,
Those words will always heal me.
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I’m a college student who has unrealistic dreams of being a famous authoress who writes mystery novels. Either that or a goblin... haven't decided which. I live on a farm up on a hilltop where the wind likes to mess up my hair and the trees sway poetically in the wind.
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