Stand Tall Not Small
They always say to find pleasure in the little things.
Who ever said to find contemptness in making people feel like them?
Hurtful words like swords, peircing with pain.
Sticks and stones are what hurts not words?
Words not only hurt the body, but hurt the soul like a thunderstorm of rain.
No one should ever want to crawl in a corner or cry.
No one should ever be hurt so bad they want to die.
Make a positive difference in a life, not ruin one.
Maybe one day we can all be as bright as the sun.
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