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I feel as though I walk with a target on my forehead, A sign saying "Please mess with me, it's fun", My pleas to leave me be are left ignored, And I consider my escape, a gun, I want to look into their minds,
The scale My own personal hell The one test I will always personly fail The lie I will always tell   Weight A deciding factor in my fate Most help comes to late
Hey, did you see that girl today? You know the one I’m talking about. What was she wearing this time? Did she try to talk to you?  
Stop! No means no. "But she changed her mind." "She was asking for it."
Teachers should be our friends.   We should look up to them,  Envy them, Respect them, And most importantly we should listen to them.   What is so hard about that?  
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