United States
40° 52' 49.17" N, 73° 54' 34.3008" W

Hey Bully, look into my eyes and tell me what do you see?
A broken down individual, my future is bleak.
You harm me with your words,
you say I'm ugly, fat, I kinda look like Big Bird.
At night I cry, because I feel like I wanna die,
Your words hurt me, feels like someone is always choking me.
I have no more air in me, no more life, my future is bleak so I'm not thinking twice.
So as I sit here and think of my future, you're my biggest leech,
I will call you Mrs. Moocher. You take all I have, but I won't let you take my spirit
because at the end of this journey, I'll be a survivor, and you'll still be ugly, lame,
and corny.


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