Light that match and throw it.
Watch them engulf in flames, like they watched you burn.
When you where on fire everyone add gas to the fire. Made it hotter- it burned more. They just stood there and blamed you.
You managed to get the fire out in time before it engulfed you- they still managed to add more gas.
Finally got away and came back fire resistant- they tried to gas you- you lit the match and threw it but it wasn’t you that was engulfed in flames.
They blamed you. You’re all better now and they can’t handle it. You’re now too good for them.
They miss you. They miss the you that they could bully.
Let them burn to the ground and walk a away.
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Jen Phillips
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Very creative!!