Sticks and stones may break my bones
But names will always hurt me.
You're rude and crude, I'm just a dude
Depressions haunt my feelings.
Despite my choice, it's just your voice
That kills my inner soul.
So leave me be and set me free
From this lasting hole.
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Poetic Life
PoezieThese are the times of life, of love, and to live. Some things have never been captured; your life. But these are the words to capture life through my eyes.
