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I ran the sting of their words pierced me,
so i slowly turned cold.
Their insults kept coming,
i tried to think them old .
When they poked and prodded,
i tried to hide,
and when that failed...
I ran
I ran away from the dark,
and tried to find help,
but i was shunned, and hated.
They called me a "whelp"
I grew weak, and sad
and soon became tired
but they found me again
so i ran
i soon feel apart
My pieces here and there
As my heart cracked, i asked
"where is my help, where?"
As i looked up, i saw such a sight,
that i wept and cried
until it was no longer light.
"why did you run," my strange friend asked.
As he helped me to my feet
I fell weak, and cried,
as i told him of their feat.
He listened and sighed ,
When i finished my tale,
he looked down at me and said simply
"all will be well'
And i didn't run anymore.