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Mar 2
The rumor, the lie
The teasing, I cry
The pain of the blade
My vision starts to fade
The hospital bed
My throbbing head
People gather around
Asking me to make a sound
But I'm stuck in my mind
When I surface, I find
My family, but not one friend
Time moves slowly as I mend
The cheerful hellos
The tearful goodbyes
Still feeling like I want to die
And it all started
With a rumor & a lie.
To those who are or have suffered because of rumors.
Eliana Knight
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Eliana Knight  40/F/Australia
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