Words
They say ”sticks and stones,
May break my bones,
But words will never hurt me”
But what about all the words,
That took the lives of many,
Maybe if they took account,
Of the words they said about me,
They would ultimately see the fate
That was unable to be foreseen
Everyone around us thought it was so harmless
But couldn’t understand that it was still wrong regardless
But it’s ok, now I hope you’ll get saved
That one day you come stop by and visit at my grave.
-K.A
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