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[sid] => 66315
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Just DON'TT hold respect for bullies!
[time] => 2004-10-06 10:54:59
[hometext] => I girl I wanted to hit was Clare. She bullied me last year along a lot of others. What? Do you expect me to hold respect for her? This is another thing that happened today. I coped and didn’t hit her. Pity I guess, but still... Please comment!
[bodytext] => Remember when you bullied me last year? Well don’t think, I’ll treat you with respect. Go on then, come to lesson in hang over Clare. Just don’t think it’s easy for me to forget. Start to gradually wind me up stodd. But I know that you don’t mean harm. But all the same allow me to rot. So I just can’t be calm. Push me further with your names. But it doesn’t bother me stodd, You’re just playing little girls games, Only I lie, actually it does. I tell you to zip it, Or hit I’ll you back. You poke me some more, So I get up and slap. And Clare starts to shout. Words I won’t repeat. Says she’ll give me a clout, And looks at me like I’m a freak… But miss is all on to it all once. Having a go at Clare NOT me. So Clare throws down her walls of front, And viciously stares at me. And so Charlie is swearing out that I’m this and this, And then Holly joins in too. Making out I’m a little b*tch, Just to join in the crew… Me and stodd laugh through our teeth, I do it so they won’t think I hurt. But inside, I want to slit streaks, Or get up and go for her…! [comments] => 3 [counter] => 207 [topic] => 61 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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