The Bullied
Innocent young boy— nothing but kindness radiated from him.
He went to school— 8:00 AM until 3:00 PM
Lockers and classrooms— no escape. He’s stuck.
Constantly ridiculed—He went home and swallowed his life away.
He couldn’t face the bullies any more. Poor innocent, young boy.
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