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Apr 12
They were breaking her, she was their favorite game,                                                            ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                
Her face was a blur, they all called her names,                                                           ­                   
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She could have been anyone; they just had a need                                                                   ­                                                     
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to hurt someone with their reckless deeds                                                            ­                                                           
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Fragile as glass, they chipped away at her,                                                                      ­                                                   
all in the same class, they liked throwing dirt                                          
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Some said she had demons of her own                                                                     ­                                               
they exorcised theirs by computer & phone                                                
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They saw her as weak & hoped to bring her down                                                             ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                           
They sought out to seek someone to push around     
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It all became too much; she committed suicide                                    
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It was just too much for her to abide                                                    
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They had broken her, she was their favorite game,                                                    
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   To them a faceless blur whose life forever changed
The cruelty of bullying effects people more than we know.
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
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