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They sat around the table.
Three boys
and three girls.
Fake hair,
fake nails,
and fake smiles.


The pair walked in silence.
The girl and her brother.
They were twins,
even if they looked like opposites.
They were going home.
And they dreaded it.

They sat together in their room.
The girl tending to her brother.
Putting ice over his skin
to slow the bruising.
They would hide their pain.
They wept quietly,
together in their room.


One day 
they would leave from here.
From their pain
and their loss.
But for now
they were stuck.
Stuck
in this godforsaken town.


Looking down at the screen,
they smiled that night.
Someone,
they knew,
someone, somewhere
did care.

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