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Aug 2016
why
she slept in until noon
woke up to fist fights
bruised eyes
bruised knuckles
blood stained sheets
tears ran down a pretty face
displace a disgrace to the human race
inside the fight matched the outside
sara
Written by
sara  forest
(forest)   
380
     Lior Gavra, taia and NuBlaccSoul
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