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She came to school one day

She had chocolate wavy hair 

It went all the way down to her hips

She had friends

But they were just school friends 

She was pretty shy 

She was always happy though 

So positive 

I found myself attracted to her 

I sat by her in most classes 

One day when she came to school her 

Arms were bruised more than 

Anything I've ever seen 

I asked her what happened 

She said she played sports 

She fell and got tackled during practice 

The next day she wore longer sleeves 

But her face a week later had a 

Bruise right on her eye

She fell off her bed in her sleep

She said she was clumsy 

Days later she limped to class 

I asked one more time 

She said she tripped on the stairs 

Then she raised her hand and her back 

Showed 

Bruised everywhere 

I grabbed her wrist after school and pulled 

Her close 

I'll make sure they never hurt you 

A single tear formed on her cheek 

She kissed me and said 

I'm being abused 

I sighed and said 

I am too

 

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