She was eighteen, but it was hard to believe. She wore the dark lines, where she struggled to sleep.
She cut so deep so she couldn’t feel, she had the arms of a child but the scars like I’d never seen.

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We’ll wash them down and cover them up. We’ll help her next time when the next time comes.

She had a hard life, like I’d never known. They’d keep a watch out, try not to leave her alone.
But when their head was turned, she cut so deep so she couldn’t feel, she had the arms of child but the scars like I’d never seen.

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