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Feb 2020
She walked into the room,
Sat down upon her seat and sighed.
A sound full of such sorrow and despair
I could not help but ask...
And there I learned the saddest news.

She had met the monsters.
The horrible grotesque beings that stalked the halls,
Hid in the shadows...
Ansld spouted their vile, poisonous lies
That made the unstable weep
And The thickest skins crawl in agony.

She had met the devil's
The terrible beings that lurked in ones nightmares,
Wove tales of spite and corruption.

And as the heartbroken tears painted her face,
I knew for certain...

She had met the bullies.
Zainab Ibrahim
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