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Created by blownawayx on Monday, December 01, 2008

The bruises that she hid,
made her grow up quick from being a kid.
Covering them up, each and every day,
had to fake that everything was okay.
He pushed her onto the floor,
took his foot to her ribs.
Locked all the doors,
made sure she had no where to hid.
Threw her on the bed,
ripped off her brand new dress.
You can guess where all this lead,
and now she's one huge mess.
Day after day, week after week,
she took every single blow.
Never once, did she speak,
always wondering if she'd hit her all time low.
Hanging out with her girlfriends one day,
Her shirt had rode up a little.
They asked her what happened, if she was okay,
told them she had fallen on the sidewalk, right on her middle.
Child abuse, is what they suspected
till they realized no one was there to inflict it.
Next they though of him, as the culprit
told her she had to 'get rid of that knit' .
They told her he didn't love her, something she already knew.
So she told them that at least, he pretended to,
which is something no one else ever bothered to do.

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