And she wears her bruises like a badge,
As if they signify that they will last,
But what it means is that he’s a jerk,
Beating her up just for quirks,
But that will soon come to an end,
Because she will be lent a helping hand,
By who and when no one knows,
But that’s the way, just the way it goes.
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