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Let me be who I am and not what you want to be

I've taken the beatings.

I've taken to being called fag,loser, freak and so much more

You say "get over it" or "sticks and stones will break bones but words never hurt"

They do hurt though they leave bruises,cuts, and even scars upon our hearts

While we the victims suffer as you tattoo lies and stories on our backs with invisible ink that no one sees but hears.

It's funny really how people only notice when it's to late and I and many others leave this world in hope of peace for the after life.

All the silent cries and screams for help overlooked or stepped over.

Help is all we need but none gives any

Help.....before it's too late

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