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Fred


There once was a boy named Fred who was intelligent and smart,

But he was bullied so much that it damaged his heart,

They made fun of his mom and they made fun of his hair,

But they didn't know that Fred's mom wasn't there to care,

They made fun of his clothes and they made fun of skin tone,

But they didn't know that Fred lived alone,

They made fun of his glasses and his holey shoes,

And the bullies beated him until he was badly bruised,

One day, Fred had enough of his life and all of the stress,

And came home from school and put a bullet through the left side of his chest,

Although its hard to imagine and hard to say,

Before the gun shot, Fred's heart was severly damaged anyway,

The bullies felt very bad for what they did,

They claim that they were playing around because they were just kids,

They felt really sorry and they were so quiet its like they had no answers,

But little did they know that Fred was so smart,

He could've found a cure for cancer

 

-Stop the madness of bullying-

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