That girl,
Yes, her sitting underneath the willow,
Reads a note that a girl gave her
"You are fat, and ugly. It's no surprise you don't have many friends. You're too quiet. *****
The girl goes inside her house and looks in the mirror
Looking at herself
She sees what the girl said she was
The next day she got another note
She sat in her room this time and read it
"You are such a ***** You called my friend a name today, well tomorrow you better watch out."
She went to school the day after
And came home bruised and ******
A bunch of girls beat her up and called her names.
Later that night,
The girl got another note from a girl who came to her house
**** yourself, **** yourself now. Noone will miss you."
She looked at herself in the mirror once more.
The next day,
The girl who used to sit under the willow
Was gone
Her parents cried
The few friends she had cried
The bullies laughed.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
That girl,
Yes, her sitting underneath the willow,
Reads a note that a girl gave her
"You are fat, and ugly. It's no surprise you don't have many friends. You're too quiet. *****
The girl goes inside her house and looks in the mirror
Looking at herself
She sees what the girl said she was
The next day she got another note
She sat in her room this time and read it
"You are such a ***** You called my friend a name today, well tomorrow you better watch out."
She went to school the day after
And came home bruised and ******
A bunch of girls beat her up and called her names.
Later that night,
The girl got another note from a girl who came to her house
**** yourself, **** yourself now. Noone will miss you."
She looked at herself in the mirror once more.
The next day,
The girl who used to sit under the willow
Was gone
Her parents cried
The few friends she had cried
The bullies laughed.
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