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Nov 2016
I just wish he didn't come to school with scars.
Or bruises that are a much deeper purple than my dress,
If I could, I would put his parents behind bars.
But ultimately that would make him stress.

Because he loves them, after all.
They're his parents and they care for him right?
Even if the hits are hard enough to make him bawl,
The hits will stop if he doesn't put up a fight.

He's a trooper that's for sure,
Sharing his smile to all in his path.
When I'm having a bad day that smile is my cure.
I'm just sorry he has to suffer his parents wrath.
A camper of mine is going through a tough time, something is going on at home and I'm not sure how to address it.
Sarita Crandall
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Sarita Crandall  Maine
(Maine)   
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   --- and kaycog
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