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they didn't notice the bruises

scattered on her pale skin

they were too blind to realize

that she had became dull

they didn't see that she wore a

lighter flower in her beautiful blonde hair.

her teachers didn't notice  rose's grades slipping

she  just covered it up with a lie

"my grandma is dead"

too bad they didn't do their research

her grandma died years ago

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