I’m not the only kid that grew up this way. Surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme about Sticks and Stones. As if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called and we got called them all. So we grew up believing that no one would ever fall in love with us. That we’d be lonely, forever. [x]
Please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me plea
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