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Look all around us-What do you see?
This isn't a computer, it's reality
The scars on my wrist
The scars on my knees
Weren't by magic
It was by a bully

Take in the atmosphere
What do you feel?
The deep tension
Was not my appeal
Holding back tears,
I could cry a river
The stronger you kick
You will damage my liver

My heart is tired and I am scarred
There's nothing I can do
So kill me a little more
I dare you
This time you'll live through the pain

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