A lot of people looked,
yet none ever saw,
that hate in his eyes,
it looked so raw,
they eyes of a killer,
they can stare you down,
but you still don't see,
even when she frowns,
she can signal you for help,
yet not even get one,
your eyes skim her own,
so you assume he's all fun,
because you only look,
and judged by the cover,
please open your eyes,
they you will discover,
she does need your help,
for she always has,
but please do it soon,
That life of hers just may pass, ...
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