I do not know on which this should be named

You'd tell me that you were terrified to go home
That he would beat you even though you were his own
I'd worry for days on end
Horrified to lose a friend
Each night as tears cascaded onto my pillow case
All the light would drain from my face
I'd hope that you'd get to see the next day
Even though I'd never say
I would hope to never see the way
That he'd beat you down
Each time you'd fall to the ground

Dear ARG I didn't believe
I thought you liked to my face only to hurt me
I'd hoped it wasn't true
Because you don't deserve these blacks and blues.
Dear Ashton try to hold on...

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