how i was taught to handle the hatred:
sticks & stones
may break
my bones
but
word can never hurt me
though the years
brought forth
endless tears
this was the lie
my parents
told me
~ lies my parents told // insmniac
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men don't cry [Poetry]
الشعر[H.R. #6 - 7. 3. 18] "we wear our emotions like intricately decorated chains strung around our throats and then tuck them into our shirts" *** i sincerely hope you don't relate to any of these poems ~UPDATED DAILY~ 27/12/17 : #611 in Poetry 29/12/1...
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