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Jan 2014
How am I to keep quiet
With emotion raging inside like a riot?
Don't tell me not to take offence
At all this hate you call nonsense
You said her shirt was one size too loose
That night she went and tied her noose
That boy you laughed at for being too thin
He purges each night, leaning on a toilet rim
That girl you called a huge ****
She goes home each day with intent to cut
That boy who is ridiculed for all his scars
He plans to throw himself in front of cars

Each day there are those who turn to suicide
There are already too many who have have succeeded and died
If you think it's alright to inflict this pain
Making someone consider a bullet to the brain
Then you might want to think
Next time you try to push someone to the brink
This abuse is not alright
We all have our own fight
Written by
Elizabeth Thorn
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