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My Disappearing Act
I fell to the ground,
 My knees hitting the
 Scratchy carpet.
 I buried my face in my hands
 While I cried my 
 Eyes out.
 I pulled my hands from
 My face and saw red
 Lingering on my fingers.
 He had cut me
 When he had hit me.
 I didn’t feel the pain, not
 Anymore, I had learned
 To make the
 Pain
 Just kind of
 Disappear.

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