When I saw you that day, walking on the old pathway. Seeing your face, made me slow down my pace. Bruised arms, trying to hold yourself together. Trails left by a rusty blade, and blood stained ripped clothing. Cracked lips whisper the tale of the one who did this to you. A stranger, a man you never knew. Blindly trusting him, thinking it would be fine. Look at yourself now, barely...
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