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Don’t let em see you laugh.
You don’t need their praise.
When you notice they're hurt,
just look the other way.

They only own broken things,
isn’t that a shame.
Oh well, spit them out;
you know it’s cold everyday.

Stand tall, never cower on the ground.
The weak can’t knock you down.
You’re untouchable, and it makes you proud.
So you smile inside, but only show them a frown.
Written by
     SHAINA BHATTI, BR Dragos and TheIdleOwl
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