The rain drips on your forehead,
much like the ways it falls on the others.
Yet on you they feel like the burn of an acid,
and warm like your tears.
The slurs are now muffled
behind the door
you decided to shut forever.
While they still bang on them,
don't let them in.
Somewhere along those hasty corridors,
somewhere in those strings of angry words
you found
the strength to light the brightest fire.
Your words are now
the ones
piercing their hearts.
You make us stay strong.
For Noah-- the light amongst the darkness. Stay strong.
No more bullies.
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