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She sits here,
on the floor,
where they once laughed,
right in her face.
The blood was spilled,
as the embarrassment was killed.
She took a stand,
heart in her hand.
They didn't see how far this would go,
the words abused,over and over.
Fed up,
nothing was left,
self confidence was drained,
her pain turned into hate.
Hate not only for herself,
but for them.
The same old thing,
again and again.
What she did for them,
was never enough.
They called themselves friends,and family.
But they didn't see how much it hurt,
now they live in regret,
as she took a stand,
with the knife in her hand.