I see you walk into the house, limping, and I get scared. I think to myself, "How could my little angel get hurt? I need to comfort them." I see you sit on the couch, and I walk over to the couch slowly and I sit down next to you, then I lay my head on your lap, forcing my whole body to the couch. I start to cry because I can't stand to hear the throbing from your leg, and I say. Please don't be hurt anymore. I don't wanna see you in pain. Please.
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