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by Esther R. S.

someday i'll find the piece of me they buried in the ground,
the piece that kept me warm inside, the certain pride i found,

i once was happy and full of life, not one tear i ever cried
but when they broke my confidence, i had to run and hide,

i hear their footsteps linger, throughout each hallway floor,
so much bitchy conversation, i had to close the door,

someday i'll be myself again, no bullies will bleed me dry,
someday i'll find no darkened days, just a clear blue sky....

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