Sticks and stones for breakfast, and words of hurt; of person hurt and hurting others in self-defence.
"Hurt him as an easy way out", an old trick I already played twenty years ago.
A trick that (unless you're a psychopath devoid of all empathy) will hurt you (yes, you, the person behind all the masks).
A trick that I only could think of as a last resort of frustration and pain, and caused more.
I made amends. It was not easy, but it was not half as difficult as anyone would imagine.
Lies? Not me. I'm here with my name and face.
Meanwhile, a reply sent to you, on rings and other herbs.
Come. Talk.
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