April 27, 2012
I lift my chin, feel me breathe.
Without the pain, I am free.
You may look down upon me.
But I stand taller.
Your eyes no longer scary.
I am not the victim of you, Bully.
I look down on you.
You foolish kid.
You see me rise above your "wit".

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