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I look around and all I see is judging faces staring back at me.

I walk forth with my head held high,

I'm really just about to cry.

I feel this tension in the air.

I take in the thought that not one cares.

But words hurt just as much as stones,

And I leave this place with all cracked bones. -B.W ®