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Abuse

Trying to forget what she's seen for years She starts to cry She's 13 and ready to leave Without even saying good-bye Her parents have beat her black and blue Not saying or telling her why She looks around the room one last time And lets out a little sigh Leaving this time would bot be harder Since she's done this thing before She picks up her bag And walks right out the door She doesn't know where she's going She doesn't care But she knows one thing for sure She's never coming back She whispers a soft good-bye

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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