Sticks and Stones can hurt me, but harsh words can never hurt me.. Sometimes I rather sticks and stones, bruises and cuts are better off to me.. bitter words are like harsh knife that stabs the heart and with every minute the pain that lingers feels as if the knife is twisted a little to emphasize on the pain. As a reminder that no one can run away from it, that deep pain turns into hollow emptiness, your body starts to feel numb, you are not sure of what you feel anymore. You tell yourself to be strong, you curse the cursed, like a boat in the middle of the sea, rocking back and forth, you know where you are but at the same time everything around is unfirmiliar.
From the mouth, the true intention of the heart is revealed.. that is why, what you say or said can have an impact on someone,yesterday, today or tomorrow.. This is for all of us who don't think before we speak and who struggle with egoism.. because at least once in our life we were the one or the other..

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i like... somehow, it reminds me of the lit classes we had with ms anne...
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