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I saw you walking past our lockers

ignoring whispers from each side

you know what they are saying

but you don't run and you don't cry.

Rumours spread around the school

and your stomach proves it true

people call you slut and whore and skank

and I assumed that it was true.

So I passed on all the rumours

believed all of their lies

until one day you didn't come to school

and we learned that you had died.

We should have looked a little deeper

we made a big mistake

for our stories didn't tell the truth

the fact that you'd been raped.