The Truth
You want to know the truth? Well the truth is words hurt. I have scars to prove it. They say eventally it will get better. They lied. Words hurt then, words hurt now, and words will hurt in the future. What happens is eventually you'll become numb to the pain and you'll be able to say "Oh I'm use to it."
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