by frycrunch96
Every day he sits right there
The tall cute boy with the short blond hair
Every day he bows his head
Maybe he's tired or full of dread
Every day I hear him sigh
Was it relief or a helpless cry?
Every day I always check
I count the bruises on his neck
Every day he never speaks
But he's been gone for several weeks.
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