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Bully


Who do you think you are?

Inflicting wounds so deep and so far?

Do you not know how long it takes

to stop believeing I'm a mistake?

Your careless words like stabbing knives

crudely enter victims' lives

But why did you do this horror? 

Was it because you felt you were poorer?

Did someone do the same to you?

And make you believe this was all you could do?

Well even if that was the case, 

you don't have right to continue this chase.

Stop the cycle, stop the hate

Before for someone, it's too late

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