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It Was Them

By , Bryant, AR
They’re perfect—
Luxurious hair
Radiant smiles
Designer clothes
Perfectly sculpted boys.
Yet they did this,
Once they found my weakness
Life was over,
They made sure of it.
They picked at me
Until there was nothing left.
A shell,
Of a once happy girl,
With no hope
No love,
No point.

They,
Pushed me
To this point.
Their laughing,
Teasing,
Pushing,
Humiliating.
All leading
To the cold metal barrel
Pressed into my head,
And my soft whisper
“They made me do this.”
BANG.





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stingersinger said...
May 24, 2010 at 11:01 pm
your simply an amazing writer. it was short yet simple and made u see what was truly behind the smile and whats truly affecting kids now days.
 
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