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Their words cut deep

Their stares burn

She walks the halls

All the hushed whispers 

Float to her ears

She never fit in

She never will

Her long sleeves

Hide all the scars

Her pants 

Hide all the bruises

She's been abused, taken advantage of,

cut and tossed around

She's on the edge

She's ready to die.

When she's alone

She pulls the trigger

Their words cut deep

Their stares burned

As she walked the halls 

The hushed whispers 

Floated to her ears

I should have

been the one

I should have 

said hi

I should have 

made her smile

I should have 

reached out 

Now its too late

Maybe

I'll save the next one

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