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He looks down at his bruises, The bullies they do this. She looks down at her scars, The bullying went way to far. He smiles, But the bullying has broken his heart. The bruises, scars, and broken hearts, Show nothing in comparison, To the mental scars. Why can't they like me, Why do they hurt me. These questions come to them, Daily. Have you heard these wretched names? Ugly Fake Or even, Clinically Insane Have you ever stopped to think, The pain has made them this way? No they are not, Ugly . No they are not, Fake . Never have they been, Clinically Insane . But this pain, Is more potent , Then red wine, On white sheets. Causing them not to, Laugh, Smile, Or wish to breath. Bullying, Don't you see what you have done? This pain, Cannot be undone.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Bullying
He looks down at his bruises, The bullies they do this. She looks down at her scars, The bullying went way to far. He smiles, But the bullying has broken his heart. The bruises, scars, and broken hearts, Show nothing in comparison, To the mental scars. Why can't they like me, Why do they hurt me. These questions come to them, Daily. Have you heard these wretched names? Ugly Fake Or even, Clinically Insane Have you ever stopped to think, The pain has made them this way? No they are not, Ugly . No they are not, Fake . Never have they been, Clinically Insane . But this pain, Is more potent , Then red wine, On white sheets. Causing them not to, Laugh, Smile, Or wish to breath. Bullying, Don't you see what you have done? This pain, Cannot be undone.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
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