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It Hurts They call me fat. It hurts. They seem to not realize that. They call me ugly. It hurts. But still I act all bubbly. They call me dumb. It hurts. But I’m already numb. They call me a freak. It hurts. What do they seek? They call me weak. It hurts. Because I’m too scared to speak. They call me worthless. It hurts. They are merciless. It hurts.
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
It Hurts
It Hurts They call me fat. It hurts. They seem to not realize that. They call me ugly. It hurts. But still I act all bubbly. They call me dumb. It hurts. But I’m already numb. They call me a freak. It hurts. What do they seek? They call me weak. It hurts. Because I’m too scared to speak. They call me worthless. It hurts. They are merciless. It hurts.
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
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