Silence
Sticks and stones may break my bones but your words can never hurt me.
So cliche' wouldn't you say?
Now that I am older I know better; words hurt more than sticks and stones would.
Why would I care what others say about me?
It's a legacy I'm trying to leave behind standing in good graces.
I want to be spoken of with good intentions and a hope of good spirits.
How could you env...
Thursday 23rd July 2015 3:54 pm
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