Poetry
Abuse
She walked down the hall with her head hung low, Her pace wasn’t fast, neither was it slow People whispered loudly as she walked by,
She walked down the hall with her head hung low, Her pace wasn’t fast, neither was it slow People whispered loudly as she walked by,
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