I’ll call the cops if I see him
again
No you won't
I should slash his tires
Egg his car
Freeze over his windows
But you won't
You’re a good girl
Worried about what will happen
afterwards
Instead you go to sleep
Cold, shaky, alone
Unable to stand up for yourself
But, but I can’t
I want to but I can’t
And you never will
Five months till you graduate
Move away, lose your chance
Quite, alone, afraid
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