I saw them together,
Hand in hand,
Smiles on their faces,
One was real,
The other fake.
The girl had bruises,
Covering her arms,
A black eye,
And a cut across her chin.
She wore that fake smile,
While she held her victims hand,
Her eyes looked into mine,
Which screamed for help.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
I saw them together,
Hand in hand,
Smiles on their faces,
One was real,
The other fake.
The girl had bruises,
Covering her arms,
A black eye,
And a cut across her chin.
She wore that fake smile,
While she held her victims hand,
Her eyes looked into mine,
Which screamed for help.
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