You try to hide, the pain you recieve, from the kids at school, they always decieve. I wish to help, but you say no, what is wrong with caring, I do not know. I feel your pain, the anger inside, no need to cry, I am by your side. This one shall pay, for the things they have done, they dont think it is mean, they think it is fun. I hate people like this, and know so do you, they dont care about us, they dont care about you.
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