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I am nine years old
My sister is in the hospital
No one will tell me why
I think it has to do with the scars on her arm
I run away from home
And go to his house
I cry the whole night
His mom calls mine to tell her where I am
I sleep over
We make a pillow fort
And drink hot chocolate
Until I don't have any more tears to cry

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