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Dec 2014
There is a girl in the back of my class
Who hides her own face
So no one can tell she’s broken like glass
She signed her name in the skin with a blade
And the blood that poured out were like the tears on her face.
The tears never stop because of the bruising on her face
Her home is like hell
And this school is purgatory
Where it’s impossible to survive without being tormented by those
With the pretty chiseled faces and newly fixed noses
They scream words at her
Painful enough to do the damage of bullets
They shoot and shoot and shoot
Yet you’re the one who takes your own life
How do you escape a nightmare
When you’re already awake
But she found a way
Jane
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Jane
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   aesha nisar
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