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  There’s no lost and found at my school. Not one that works, not in any school that I’ve been All the lost items go straight in the bin  
I'm fat People think I look like a rat They get all over me like I'm a mat Because apparently I'm fat
Yo to all you bullies out there
Why do you have to hate me? I didn't do anything to you You love my pain my sorrow my sadness You act as though I've hurt you tormented you abused you, when I've never even spoken to you.
Pitter patter,noises unclear The noises quickens in pace As if it has something to tell Something so dear But it leaves a confusing trace An unclear tale?
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