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There is a boy,
He sits all alone,
He is so small,
He is skin and bone.

There is something wrong,
In his home life,
He has a scar,
In a shape of a knife.

You don't see the bruises,
Under his clothes,
Amazingly,
Because of all the holes.

His mom and dad,
do not like his ways,
Until his death,
He counts the days.

Then there Is a friend,
She helps him out,
She is good to him,
His escape route.

She is a good friend,
He come up with a plan,
She gives him courage,
He knows he can.

His mother cries now,
In a dark prison cell,
She tried to convince him,
But he wont pay bail.

They are still friends,
Him and her,
There they are,
Growing closer.