It's okay Buddy, nobody here's mean,
Nobody will hurt you, this is our place,
The place of the hurt, with lesions to clean,
The tormented souls, mud, blood on their face.
Its okay buddy I know you've been scared,
You've tears on your ears, and your fur is worn,
I've been through that too, I guess we're well paired,
Infected by woe from insults airborne.
He wrote it in red pen inside my desk,
DIE JULIA DIE in the bits of
Erasers: couldn't erase the grotesque
Words he wrote to me, no minor shove.
Its okay buddy, even if it be,
Merely because its just you and me.

The End

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