What Happened That Night

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Her eyes are bruised
Didn't sleep well last night
Her arms laced with marks
Only whipped by tree branches
She walks with a limp
Always had flat feet
Blood seeps from her palms
An accident, a fall
But there's a sorrow in her eyes
The weariness of a long, hard life
It can't be avoided, but it can't be pried
She'll never gave up what really happened that night





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