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They bully him.

They call him names like'fool' & 'moron.'

They call him names, until he's annoyed,

but he remains silent, and makes no noise.

Hoping this would discourage them,

but it did not.

He always runs home to his bed, there he lies coiled,

cursing them in his head.

In his heart they planted seeds of hate, allowing them to grow,

until it was too late.

They filled his head with words that are untrue,

but soon enough, he began to believe them, too.

He now hates the color red;

the color that ran down his face when they slammed his head.

He tried to do something, but they were an army of four,

but soon there became more and more.

The seeds of hate thrived within his now, dark heart, 

by eating all the happy thoughts, & helping insanity do it's part.

He thought he could just endure it, but the truth is, he was losing it.

Don't allow seeds of hate to grow,

take them out before the roots start to show.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

First of all, I'd like to apologize for the really late update, but I hope you enjoy reading it. ♡ Thank you all for all the reads & votes, it's really much appreciated. ^^ I hope you all stay strong no matter what. I may not know what you're going through, but just know, 

after difficulty comes relief. ♡