Three voices,
They wouldn’t listen.
‘Sticks and stones’ they said,
They were wrong.
Two close calls,
Left an overwhelming question,
Why am I here?
One answer,
No reason at all.
So with little to lose.
He flicked off the light.
Goodnight.
Three voices,
They wouldn’t listen.
‘Sticks and stones’ they said,
They were wrong.
Two close calls,
Left an overwhelming question,
Why am I here?
One answer,
No reason at all.
So with little to lose.
He flicked off the light.
Goodnight.
Writing(s) by Anna 
The countdown is effective in this story.
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Every time I hear of a new bullying tragedy I get so angry.
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powerful
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Very well told.. and so sad for him!
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Oh, heartbreaking. I really like how you structured this – it complemented the words nicely.
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Yeah, somehow they usually go that way… Thank you so much! 🙂 I’m glad you liked it 🙂 I wasn’t too sure it had worked too well
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Good one
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