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Amanda


For the little girl down the street. Who's bullying she could never beat. What was going on inside her head? Every night when she went to bed, was all those things those bullies said? Tell someone! Of course she did. She joked about it, we all did. All jokes aside, she was broken down inside. She climbed a tree and now she's dead, all we have is tears to shead.

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