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Dear, Bully


For I do not see, I still feel.

The pain that you have cuased me makes me feel unreal.

I don't understand how you could be so mean.

I try hard to ignore you, becuase i'm a strong teen.

I know that you don't know, my feelings inside.

When you say these cruel words to me, it makes me want to hide.

Most people just stand by, and don't say a thing. 

All of your friends laugh at me, and treat you like a king. 

You call me names, like "stange little freak".

All the names you have called me, have not made me weak. 

 

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