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You don't know

They pick on her 
They call her names
They say she's gross
Because she's wearing
The same clothes from yesterday
They don't know her story and if they did they would care
They push her down knock her books to the floor
And ask if she wants more
She ignores them the best she can
She's more worried about
Her moms boyfriend
Soon shell have another bruise to hide
She wonders why she can't just die



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