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The Texts Were Horrible
The texts were horrible, vile, and mean. They were from the kind of person none of us had ever seen. They were graphic, and horrible, a picture came that was crude. We all could guess who sent photos of themselves in the nude. We had suspicions, and we had them for quite a while About these texts, so horribly awful and vile. We began to congregate, and we whispered about him and his sad little life. Determined to make sorry and horrible his weirdness, we were mean to his wife. We shunned them unmercifully and put our noses way up high. We wished them an awful future, one hoped they would die. We were horrible, and angry, and we became bullies. Our minds threw them in dungeons, stocks, locks, jail cells and gullies. We were angry and awful for a year and a day. Confident it was him, not caring what he had to say. We were the avid, upright accusers, and we did not play. Many of us were shamed to our core, when we found out today That it was not him at all, but one of the accusers, a man quiet and meek, A silent monster, who had riled us, whose forgiveness we did not have to seek.
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