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Post by Spacey Caysie on Sept 13, 2005 1:38:46 GMT -5
"Buttons", "Crippled", "Dog", "Freak", "Loser" The words rang through my young mind. Making my eyes fill with tears. For if my own classmates were calling me these ugly words then they must be true.
"Fatso", "Cow", "Baby", "Crooked nose", "Pig" The words rang through my child like mind. Making me drop my head in shame. For it my own stepfather were calling me these ugly words then they must be true.
"Stupid", "Scary", "Hidous", "Hippo" The words ring through my mind. Making me feel bad enough. For if I, myself were calling me these ugly words then they must be true.
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Post by punklil007 on Sept 13, 2005 12:50:20 GMT -5
wow. Awesome poem. It really reflects with alot of emotions that I know that ou feel. You need to be in our class. You have just the right emotional build. ( : JK. god job.
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Post by Jess on Sept 14, 2005 7:54:12 GMT -5
Wow. That's amazing. That's all I can say.
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