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Today in maths, you gave me a note. I smiled, you smirked.

Why don't you discover a new hobby than being an annoying little slut all your life, it said.

So I decided to give you back a note.

The sticks and stones you throw at me will break my bones, but your words rip my skin apart, it said.

I ran away after that, I cried alone. Are you happy with me? I'm a poet now.

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