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Boys and Girls gather 'round

For a tale that you won't surely forget

It's a story about a little boy

Before his last breath

He suffered through torture and hell

Surely he'd survive it

Until one day a kid pushd the bar

By labeling him "emo"

The boy went into a frenzy

Hurting himself with Knives

Writing down his inner most thoughts

With his Unibal pen

He'd write in it at school

In the park

Next to the trains

The labels kept coming

Fag

Goth

Gay

Emo

Homo

Until the boy decided to end it all

He took his rope and made a noose

Wrapping it around his neck

Standing on the chair

He wrote his final pleas

Dropping his Unibal pen

He grabbed his knife and held it against his wirst

The last time I'd see you

He thought

And cut right through his arm

A eerie scream escaped his mouth

His mother coming and saving

Her only son out of 4 daughters

And asked what he'd done

To deserve this kind of torture

He looked up at his mom

And with pleading little eyes

Said one word that sent her into a spiral

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That was two years ago

The boy is healthy and out of depression

The boy reflects on it every now and then

Even learned to defend himself

The labels ceased along with his knife

But one thing we can all learn from this

Labels are never nice

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