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How many miles does it take to wipe away trauma. Cups turned to belts to fists on tender bruises, she stole his car and painted it black, Black turned to all of her, from grimy black boots to messy black hair, she was black paint.
A little girl sat on the floor of her bedroom, shaking, sobbing.
She was about nine.
She got an 82 on her math quiz.
Her father called her an idiot.
A single tear fell from her eye.
Her father called her a crybaby.
A sob emitted from her chapped lips.
He threw his plastic water cup at her.
She ran through the small house to her room.
And she closed her door.
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