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She clutched her square phone with eyes that never held hope
and she about 12 yo but I really couldn't tell though
her sleeves went past her elbows in when she pulled them low
they covered the cuts that ran back and forth like railroads
a short bow up in her hair that matched her shell toes
she stared at me in pale clothes she stood there froze
she said can I show you a picture in my cellphone
it's of my dad and aint I seen him since he left home
but I aint mad it's just my mom she feels all alone
and don't feel bad cause this is all we've ever came to know
this pic is my new school but I don't ever wants to go
cuz everyone thinks they too cool and I hate it so
I hide in my room and then I go and then I locks the door
I don't know what to do my mom she thinks she lost control
I wanna show you a little picture before I gots to roll
I said sure then she pulled it out slow saying..

if I told you if I showed you
my pictures is all I can hold to
would I know you could I hope you
see that my pictures are all I can hold to

if God loves me then why he make me face this
I think I'm ugly I wanna change it like a facelift
then suddenly she went and took off her bracelets
showed me the cuts up on wrists and where they made prints
sometime I get mad don't know how to take this
she showed me a picture of her dad back in 86
we look alike all the way to how our face gets
I said your right and then I laughed but let me show this

if I told you if I showed you
my pictures is all I can hold to
would I know you could I hope you
see that my pictures are all I can hold to