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He made fun of me
He called me names, but the worst part of this was I believed every word of it I made a joke of myself and brought him amusement.
I knocked myself down only to be treated like dirt
I cried and cried on the bus trying to find my self-respect
I had it all this time
But it took my strength and all emotions to save myself.
He sat on me, called me almost every word in the book
Bus drivers are telling me to beat him up
I won’t fight until he makes me fight.
He plays clarinet so how are you going to be hard and tough. Even when he talks behind my back, if you aren’t man enough to say it to my face then don’t talk about me at all

The school wants to stop bulling so why can’t they start with the buses?
I can’t wait to make him pay for all the tears that he made me drop
He won’t pay now, but soon in the future





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