Letter to bullies

October 18, 2012
By Christian Moon BRONZE, Sweet Home, Oregon
Christian Moon BRONZE, Sweet Home, Oregon
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You call her a freak,
she wants to cut deep,
you call her a slut,
in her arm is a rut,
through the flesh and skin,
now she's crying again,
down her arm blood runs,
this is relief not her fun,
This time will she die,
would you care or cry,
or would you laugh at her death,
knowing you ceased her breath?



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