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two sides to everything


as a child, we all were wild, things were rough, living a life, were your mother beat you, hard to tell anyone what your going through, no one believed it, they just said your fine, then one day out of the blue, you showed up with a black and blue eye, everyone said sorry, and you looked at them and said don't worry, couple years later, they read in the newspaper, about a hero that was killed, for trying to save her little brother, everyone started crying, realizing they should of listened, to that one little girl, that just impacted everyone in that town.
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