STICKS & STONES

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They say sticks and stone break bones 

But names never hurt. 

I’ve felt both, both hurt. 

A child in pain 

Under the strain 

Of words & weight.

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Hurt, I struggle & fight 

But after all I’m just a child,  

Although I’m told a little wild. 

Still no excuse. 

I cannot get loose. 

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Hurt, that slow aching pain

that has the power to fester. 

If pain was a Jester,

I wish I could be it’s master,

For it’s making a mockery of me. 

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Life goes on, or so it seems 

But trapped in these dreams 

It’s never quite what it seems. 

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C.J.D

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21.2.21

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