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Bully


Hey Bully, look into my eyes and tell me what do you see? A broken down individual, my future is bleak. You harm me with your words, you say I'm ugly, fat, I kinda look like Big Bird. At night I cry, because I feel like I wanna die, Your words hurt me, feels like someone is always choking me. I have no more air in me, no more life, my future is bleak so I'm not thinking twice. So as I sit here and think of my future, you're my biggest leech, I will call you Mrs. Moocher. You take all I have, but I won't let you take my spirit because at the end of this journey, I'll be a survivor, and you'll still be ugly, lame, and corny.
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