sticks and stones

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At 6 I never had a friend So when someone came up to me and said “Bare your soul and I'll give you the lint from my pocket,” I told her, “You can pay me by being a friend.”
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me. The first time I heard this, I didn’t know what to think of it.
Can I just hit rewind?
take these mountains from my shoulders  roll them down into boulders     rub smooth these stones  they crush my fragile bones      take away the swirling sand  
Growing up we were taught about the sticks and stones and broken bones We were taught that cruel words are just intangible objects that can't really hurt us That mean words mean nothing
I'm like a rubber band I can't be broken I have been hurt so many times that I'm not breakable I have cried so many times that your words will never hurt Stick and Stones may break my bones but words will never hurt
"Sticks and stones may break my bones", but words have more power than the biggest army. With each break, bones heal stronger, but internal wounds never will. Although they try. Just before they are mended,
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