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I must have slept at some point,

Fallen into the oblivion that is sleep,

Sometime while I had sobbed,

Because I was startled

By a gentle hand

Touching my shoulder.  

I screamed,

Whipped around,

And bit my tongue

Tasting the metallic sting

Of my blood. 

I stared,

Open mouthed

At the boy standing by me.

It was the red-headed boy. 

The one from the café.

The one who

Had seen past my makeup,

And saw the bruises,

That I had tried so hard

To hide.

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