You look at me, he looks at her, he said she said, I hear the whisper. Gossip is fun, gossip is great, but teens can be hurtful, hurt turns into hate. Why can't it stop, why cant it end? Talk is just talk, that pits friend against friend. What does it take, to end the strife? Too many girls have taken wrist to knife. This is a shame, this needs to end, sometimes all it takes are kind words from a friend. We have love and we can fight back, against hateful words. This isn't Iraq. Someday, perhaps, it might sound differently, when love fills the halls, yes love is the key. We may not be tough, we may not be strong, but once we spread love it can never go wrong.
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