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the things they try to forget
they forget her once she leaves the room
they saw the bruises, the tears, the scars
their guilt erased it - it's gone
they pretended it never happened
they forced it not to exist
without knowing they encouraged the demon
he played with her emotions
he tossed away her smile
they plastered one back on
and tried to forget the stolen one
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she never stoped crying for help
they just forgot to keep listening
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