A Question Like “do You

I'm Not The Only Kid Who 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 No One Would Ever Fall In Love With Us, That We'd Be Lonely Forever, That We'd Never Meet Someone To Make Us Feel Like The Sun Was Something They Built For Us In Their Toolshed. So Broken Heartstrings Bled The Blues, And We Tried To Empty Ourselves So We'd Feel Nothing. Don't Tell Me That Hurts Less Than A Broken Bone...

Don't Tell Me That [broken Heartstrings] Hurt Less Than A Broken Bone, That An Ingrown Life Is Something Surgeons Can Cut Away, That There's No Way For It To Metastasize - It Does.

I've Been Told That People In The Army Do More By 7:00 Am Than I Do In An Entire Day But If I Wake At 6:59 Am And Turn To You To Trace The Outline Of Your Lips With Mine I Will Have Done Enough And Killed No One In The Process.

I Accept Any Challenge, So Challenge Me

I Will Love Myself Despite The Ease With Which I Lean Toward The Opposite.