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Nov 2015
To all of you who feel hurt and pain.
Who felt they weren't part of the game.
Who felt so ashamed.
When they were called a name.

Who felt the stab of pain.
With everything to lose and nothing to gain.
Who thought they were to blame.
And they were the ones who weren't sane.

Who feel they cause the pain.
Names branded on skin by the heat of a flame.
They wanted you to be the same.
Toe the line fit the frame.

You don't have to feel the pain.
No longer need to feel the shame.
The fact that you are not the same.
Makes you special worth more than just a name.
Clair Meyrick
Written by
Clair Meyrick  Kent UK
(Kent UK)   
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