silent crys

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                          A room full of students

different and unique as can be. Laughter can be heard from all directions,

like thunder rumbling in the distance. As you move closer, laughter turns artifical.

Now drowned by the sound of pain. Imberrousment is obvious, and the damage is

already said and done.

 No one ever said itd be hard. Lies were spilled about safety, and they said "it'll be fun".

Now where is the safety? where has the fun gone? faces now peer at you. With foolish

words she trys to make it all stop. but when she turns her back it all starts again, and all

you ever call them are "Bullies".

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