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The Cure


Kids hold back because of fears

Afraid to face all their peers

Being different is not okay

Scared to come to school each day

As his books fall to the ground

He hopelessly looks around

Just for a friendly face

But even in this large place

All he feels is alone

He cuts so deep to see the bone

All he wanted was a friend

But now he wants the pain to end

To awaken from these nightmares

He hurrys home and up the stairs

He pours the cure in his palm

His body slows and starts to calm

He lays down and shuts his eye

He feels the tears and begins to cry

Broken down and giving up

He's finally had enough

He says his final goodbyes

And for the last time, he shuts his eyes

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