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Cat Fiske May 2015
Every day I wake up and expect to see the sun rise                                        
and see it set.                                                                                                          
                                                    And everyday I wake up and go to school,
                                                                                                 Find my friends,
                                                                                             And set our target,
                                                                 And when your group comes over,
                                                                                  All you do is pick on me,
But if you were isolated,                                                                                      
And I was given some security,                                                                          
                                                 You wouldn't think about messing with me,
                                               You’d be the one who’d walk around all day,
worried,                                                                                                                  
terrified,                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                       that someone
                                                                                    was going to insult you,
                                                                                                 every single day,
So when I wake up and see the sun rise,                                                          
And at the end of the day you wait for it to set,                                              
                                                                      what would my world look like,
                                                                  if the sun never went down again?
bullying PSA poem? idk it is a script for a PSA im doing.

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