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Sticks and stones may break my bones,
A lesson we're taught from the start;
The corollary widely known,
Words can hurt too, they'll break my heart.

I'm sorry for the sleepless nights,
The searing wounds of endless fights,
The unseen scars left by our words,
The painful years of silent hurts.

I'm sorry for the words I threw;
God knows how deeply I've hurt you.
I lie awake and cry at night
And wonder--are you sorry, too?
Please do not use without my permission.
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May 28, 2012
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