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May 2013
I'm slowly dying,
Can't you see?
What you say,
Is killing me.

Is it too hard to keep,
The mean words to yourself?
Or is this some kind,
Of currency, adding to your wealth?

I swear to you, we will be,
The cause of our own demise.
All fake and full of *******;
With way too many lies...
Still in the mood to write about this type of Bullying.
Erin-Taylor
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Erin-Taylor  24/F/New Jersey
(24/F/New Jersey)   
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