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Don't Leave
I try to be good
To stay out of your way
My teacher is asking questions
About way I'm bruised and scared
I told her that I fell down the stairs
I don't want you taken away from me
Your all I have left
Why do you hit me, throw me, and push me around?
Sooner or later people will find out
Either by my physical death or
By some other means
Please stop
I still love you, if that makes a difference
I'm not sure what I keep doing wrong
But it must be something horrid
You keep hurting me
My teacher keeps asking me questions
I think she knows
I think she's going to tell
Please, I beg you, please stop this
I fall to the floor
"Get up you lazy bum!"
Motionless and spawled on the floor I lay
Sorry, I left you instead
