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Downpour of Red Bulls
paper balls, and lunch food Heckling, laughter carried by the screeching wind Walking home, not alone Alienation Suffering my only friend, follows Crossing over puddles of tears Rats in bushes watching every step Fangs bared out I await the bite tense my shoulders the puddles turned now rivers of blood keep flowing My breath stops trying to breathe no more the rats take the last of a soul ripped apart Standing helplessly begging for help I close my eyes, the last to never make it Home I read an article about Phoebe Prince who is a victim of bullying. I wrote this from that. I definitely need help cleaning this up a bit. Could use some advice.
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