Gladleser siterer Ancestor stones av Aminatta Forna (side 73)
16:26, 18. mai 2012 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Just words. I didn't know then the damage words can do. You can't feel them, or see them. Someone opens their mouth to speak. The words are there. And then they're gone. Except of course they're not, now they're inside the other person's head, sticking to their brain. I should have remembered the line from the song my mother sang: words never die.
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