Underneath are buried names that didn't hurt me...
Tis not true that names do not at first hurt,
hurled like stones they attempt to hit the soul
like sticks striking to break psyche bones.
Tis the brave soul that faces real truth,
that those who fling utterances of dung
are best disregarded, since their souls...
Are mere dried sticks useful only as firewood.
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