Violence and Bullying

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The rose petals are my life, the thorns, let them be my sorrow, the leaves are my hope, because I await a better tomorrow, A love as strong as the rose, a beauty so rare, I am gentle, yet prickled, by a life so bittersweet and unfair, "Lord, Help
Turning the tables what could that be like? Would you be the one crying all night? Would you wake up wishing you could just stop opening your eye’s yeah I wonder what would that be like? Do you?
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