adults as bullies

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Hercules, no?  Aphrodite, no?  Then who.  It is who The Who’s fall foe.  It is I  Cornelius who leaves these clues. All is well and my dear is low. Oh how I wonder where you shall go to
your lies are like petals picked from the most poisonous flower A flower I could sit and listen to for hours the more I listen the more you pick, and you cast them over me like stars in the darkest sky. and they land,
Power Dynamics are strange. We would like to think that everyone is equal to everyone, But in reality We are all bouncing from one power dynamic to the other Never truly finding equality between partners
Open your palms, dont clentch. Imagine youre sitting, waiting alone on a bench. The leaves blow by, rolling past your tired feet, those that you use to chase dreams.
A first year (kindergarten)  A young shell wonders the halls She only speaks when being spoken at  She dreads every class in that 5 story elementary She knows the teachers think she's stupid 
A hand waves frantically Sandy hair, red t-shirt, glasses, He is not a friend He is no enemy either He is ignored. 2 minutes pass, perhaps. "I gotta go to the bathrrom."
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