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Jun 2017
Her heart pounds when you scream at her
Her eyes drip and she covers her face
She didn't mean to cause a stir
Now she feels like a disgrace
She whimpers as you thrash out your violent words
You don't understand that your words hurt
She cries a river that covers her t-shirt
She stops and doesn't say a word
For fear that you might go berserk
Her eyes are red and her heart is heavy
She gently whispers out *"I'm sorry".
She is sensitive.
Daisy Rae
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Daisy Rae  18/F/small nowhere town
(18/F/small nowhere town)   
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       ---, TSPoetry, Leydis, Jobira and SPT
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