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Your words are the razor that I hold
Your throws are the tears that I shed
The pain is the blood that I draw
The hurt is the bruises that I bear
My solution is to hide in the dark
My solution is to shrink into nothing
You are the reason I hurt
You are the reason you bully me
You are clueless



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