Stick and Stones, My Love, Sticks and Stones

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Dec 2, 2008


So I actually woke up the next morning
My head killed and my eyes burned
But I was still breathing
And after everything and everything again, one thing I've learned
No matter how strong you are, your bones break just the same.

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  • 15 years ago

    by StandStill

    Written to break a best friend's heart...

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