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Bully, Bully.


Speak my mind? 

I can barely hear my thoughts.

Always talking trash about others, 

do these bullies ever stop? 

With all those nasty words,

I'm surprised your teeth don't rot. 

If I spoke my mind, you'd fall back in complete shock.

I'm tired of your cruel acts. 

Tired of being spit on and shoved in the back.

You're nothing but a coward. 

Now that you've heard my thoughts, you've lost all your power. 

You've lost all your power over me. 

And now that I've learned to speak up, I can finally breathe. 

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