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Bullied
You laugh at me for the little things
But you never think of the horrid stings
I die and cry in the dark of night
But in the day, I hide my fright
But you never think of the horrid stings
I die and cry in the dark of night
But in the day, I hide my fright
Published 6th Nov 2011
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7th Nov 2011 2:41am
i was bullied to pretty much all my life so i know how it feels to hide it all so that others wont know how to make you fall
12th Nov 2011 6:37am
