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Jun 2014
Isolation
No school
No internet
No friends and limited family
No contact with the outside world.

No one for me to tell.
No one to help me
No one to see
The bruises on me

And knowing this
Mother is not as hesitant
To leave new patterns
Of black and blue
And shades of green.
got my first taste of "summer" last night, even tho schools not even out yet. I'm getting some pretty weird looks for wearing a jacket in hot as hell weather. Didn't bother covering the fingerprint bruises on my neck though. Most people will drop the questions when they see them...
Lone Wolf
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Lone Wolf
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