He, mister big shot jock, pushed me into a locker and called me a girl in 8th grade.
She, broke my heart and went to the dance with the jock jerk.
They, never cared about me and ran away, hiding, begging for mercy.
He, always tripped me in the hallways & smacked me around after school.
She, watched it happen and kept walking away.
They, deserved what they got.
He, was the only one that felt and thought the way I did. I'm glad we did it together.
She, cried into my shoelaces before I took her out of her misery.
They, will never forget the ones they took advantage of all those years.
I, never went to prom, homecoming, or anything else with a date.
We, needed someone else to talk to that was never there.
We, killed ourselves because we realized our lives, with jail and despair ahead of us, weren't worth living.
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