The long sleeve shirts
Hide all my bruises and cuts
If they ask just tell them
You took a big fall
If they don't believe
And they ask more
Just laugh and walk away
We dnt want people round no more
At first I felt bad
Now it makes me relieved
To see your pain
and to hear your blood-curling screams
You beg me to stop
You squirm and plead
I swear I'll do whtever
You ask
Just stop
I'll do wht you need
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