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It's Not Funny Anymore |
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Another torture day in school |
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children can be so cruel |
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- too cruel |
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No one really knows |
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(and no one would understand) |
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yet everyone jokes about it. |
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It's not funny anymore |
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now that it's happened to me |
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That joke hits too close to home |
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and I'm crying, crying |
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Against my will |
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an invasion of privacy and self |
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How Could It Happen To Me? |
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How could it happen to me? |
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Did I deserve it? |
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Surely, I did not ask for it |
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(or did I?) |
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A violation of privacy and self |
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strangely more humiliating than painful |
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But who would understand |
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-surely not you! |
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The Poems Page |
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Children, children |
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you are too cruel. |
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Joking about things |
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which you never knew |
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Your ignorant words |
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they cut like a knife |
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and from these wounds |
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I'll surely die. |
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No, it's not funny anymore |
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now that it's happened to me |
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now that it's happened to me |
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