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The small fox roamed the woods in search of home, but the woods were empty, just like the fox.

The fox climbed and ran around in the forest, until the insults became clearer..

"STALKER!"
"BITCH!"
"HIDEOUS!"
"KYS!"

The fox remembered these insults, and she stopped at a cliff, she looked down, where spikes and blood covered the walls of the cavern that was there, and so..

She jumped

She killed herself

She couldn't make a joke

She was accused

She was hated

She was nothing to the world

And she never was.

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