Mistake
If I could change the world in one way, I'd make it so kids could feel safe all day. Kids get bullied and called a Freak, Only since they are unique. They cut their hair, slice their wrists, Wishing that they never exist. Instead of expressing who they are, they close themselves in, they change who they are. Became fake, That is their big Mistake
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