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You should know bullying hurts, With words fat, ugly, worthless, It make me useless in my own tales But wait, like paper, words hurt
It's there. Sitting in the corner of my mind. Waiting for me to weaken. I'm sick and tired. It strikes when my insecurities are left bare. Leaving me to search and find.
Where time is inevitably consumed, There is no escaping this endless game. Where people constantly put on costumes, Is it all worth it for seconds of fame? People think they are brave enough to share,
Be brave, he said But a coward am I
We live in a world Where no one is ever Entirely satisfied. There is always more, More we could do,