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A Call for Help

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The pain was a call for help;

A signal to others that she wasn't okay.

Because nobody knew how she felt.

They only cared about her physical state.

But her thoughts inside were not easily understood.

They were petty and insignificant,

Until she showed her feelings the only way she could.

The hate she was getting,

Each remark is one cut.

And as soon as she was bleeding,

Everyone's remarks contained the word "but."

They always had to justify their point.

For they knew she was broke,

And to her they did not want to conjoint.




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