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The words they spit,
The ones that hit,
Will puncture the remaining innocence.

The lies you spin,
Because you can't win,
Their enjoyment comes at your expense.

You fight back tears,
Drowning in fears,
You can't face another day of verbal abuse.

They tell you to die,
You go home and cry,
Then you decide what you should use.

You climb to the top,
And you jump straight off,
You hit the the the cold ground, dead.

Now, you are gone,
And they have won,
But only now do they take back the words that they said.