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  The Victim

  

  By Enderman, Waco, TX

  His cries aren’t heard. His pleas aren’t known. His ever-present fears Are never shown. Locked with his thoughts. Alone in the dark. Insanity slowly breaking him apart. Their weapons hurt his body as a whole. While their words cut him Deep down in his soul. The decision was made ...
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  Subjects of Bullying

  

  By Enderman, Waco, TX

  Her eyes are red from all of the tears that she’s cried. His eyes closed tight to block out their jeering faces. Her hands cover her ears to keep away their harsh words. They are battered and beaten Bloody and bruised. From the massive assortment of weapons used. Everywhere they turn the...
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  The Norm of the World

  

  By Enderman, Waco, TX

  A blackened heart A tinted soul Are the only thoughts you know. Corrupted minds And tainted words Are the only things you’ve heard. Twisted people Crooked ways Seem to be the norm nowadays....
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  Deep Inside Yourself

  

  By Enderman, Waco, TX

  Look deep inside yourself And tell me what you see. Look past all of your regrets And past what you wanted to be. Look past the lies that you’ve told others And the lies you’ve told to me. Look past what other people said. They don’t matter anymore. Look deeper, deeper still And see w...
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  Where Once Happiness Lived

  

  By Enderman, Waco, TX

  Happiness has died. And Sadness has taken residence Where once he called home. He has destroyed everything That Happiness has ever built. Where once sunny days were numerous, Now they are only scarce. Where once friendship conquered all, Now they are torn apart. Where once love filled our...
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  Talking to Death

  

  By Enderman, Waco, TX

  One day I went to talk to Death, And he, so kindly, obliged To let me in and waste my breath About the day for me to die. And then I went to Life, To talk about the same. But shortly after he said, “Okay” He asked me, “What’s your name?” So again I went to talk to Death I begged h...