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Sticks and stones,
bruises and scratches.
Cigarette burns and stricken matches.
None of it hurts and none of it kills,
Does it make you feel better?
That hole does it fill?
Tired of fake,
And tired of lies,
Tired of dealing,
I just want to die.
But im too strong,
And way to smart.
Ill keep on living,
Trying to cure this broken heart.
- by Fantastical Ninjasaur |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/15/2008 |
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- Title: Sticks and Stones
- Artist: Fantastical Ninjasaur
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- Date: 12/15/2008
- Tags: sticks stones
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Polly Odd - 12/16/2010
- I absolutely love this. I like the passion and the sadness at first, but then the strength and confidence at t he end/ Good job. smile 5/5
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- Malignant Sakito - 12/16/2008
- Good one I understand and felt every word..!
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- iKiller Kidd - 12/15/2008
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Aww hunny, I wish I could be there for you more but know that your never alone and I lovez ya <3
5/5 btw cause it is written very well.. - Report As Spam