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No friends at all,
not even one.
No place to go
no place to run.
There's sounds of laughter
everywhere.
Sometimes more
than I can bear.
The cold, cruel jokes,
the evil stares.
How do I feel?
Nobody cares.
I can't hold back
these cursed tears,
they show my weakness,
show my fears.
"Sticks and stones,"
you know the rhyme,
but scars of words
won't heal with time.
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