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Mother, the boys at school are not nice But the rope reaches out to hug and squeeze the pain out through my neck So i might run to him. Mother, the folks in the neighbourhood think i dont belong But the people of the sea welcome me They say, "its peace, love and quiet on the ocean's deep" So I might stay with them. Mother, I'm mocked by my brain. Mother, I am in pain But the train at the subway wants to crush it I think I he is my hero Mother, I'm a flame on a candle A lone flame in a snow storm, Shield me! Mother, don't let the water run out your eyes For in the darkness your light for the road I use to pry.
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
Mother
Mother, the boys at school are not nice But the rope reaches out to hug and squeeze the pain out through my neck So i might run to him. Mother, the folks in the neighbourhood think i dont belong But the people of the sea welcome me They say, "its peace, love and quiet on the ocean's deep" So I might stay with them. Mother, I'm mocked by my brain. Mother, I am in pain But the train at the subway wants to crush it I think I he is my hero Mother, I'm a flame on a candle A lone flame in a snow storm, Shield me! Mother, don't let the water run out your eyes For in the darkness your light for the road I use to pry.
Inspired by how dangerous verbal and physical bullying can be and how it distorts their judgement. Therefore if parents show a little concern, it might help the individual ......stop bullying ....... it kills
#bullying#life#love#death#sadness#issues#mother#depression#suicide
Yawollo
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Yawollo
25/M/Newyork
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
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