They say actions leave bruises, black and blue.
Something that words cannot do.
But they're forgetting, words have a skill,
For it has the power to kill.
- Fee
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Words are sharp knives, there is no shield.
Terrors ruining lives, to duels within battlefield.
Words are machined revolvers, there is no protection,
Equals to pills and dissolvers, judged due to imperfection.
Forget the pain, forget the tears.
Forget the strain, forget the fears.
- Fee
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Hey lovelies,
This is a poem written on Bullying. Bullying is something we have been through. Been there, done that. It is a difficult thing to overcome and talking about it hurts. There are many types of bullying, physical, cyber and the one that hurts the most verbal. Don't be a bully, and don't tolerate bullying
Beacuse either way...It Hurts.
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