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Rodent


Is there no way out of my own evil thoughts?

I'm so bitter from all of this distraught.

Its been deteriorating so quickly;

your insensitive and shallow remarks.

you called me a faggot, loser, insane?

Yet teachers will claim theres no one to blame.

I refuse to admit that i am angry.

"Suck it up! Get over yourself! Be a man!"

If you really mean that, you don't know first hand.

But since you understand, give me an escape,

From the remarks and hatred given to me.

For what? The clothes i wear, My Personality?

I'll tell you this, all guilty hearted patrons;

you breed hate like rodents with your insults,

And the hatred you have made will haunt you greatly.

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