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I'm not telling you!


Whenever you're in trouble

The teacher says to come, and not rumble.

They say they can help you,

but is that true?

To walk away, and not fight

only run away in fright.

People know you're weak

So they can pound, and beat that freak.

It's even worse to tell a teacher

now people see a weak feature.

Stand your ground, and fight

to tell people that you are right.

The torment will end

when everything is done, and said .

People know you can hold your own

instead of being just a show.

I'm not telling you!

Because then I would like a weak fool.

Let me show I am strong.

Not just a weak pawn.

I'm not weak

or a freak.

I don't need your help

Even if I get beaten to a pulp.

The torment won't end

It will if I break and bend.

 

 

 

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ImAnORIGINAL
<p>I love this!</p>

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