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Crime Number

Crime Number, He is dead now, And so I was too late, (To stand up to him To tell the truth To protect others)
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He is dead now 
And so I was too late 
(To stand up to him To tell the truth To protect others) 
And yet the beautiful little stones that represent each of the numbers that I had wanted to have 
Seared into me 
Shine brighter 
Because I was heard 
I stand taller because They know and every time I wear my pretty jewelled necklace, I am reminded of my bravery and their Compassion. 
I was too late. 
There will be no Retribution And he will never know 
But 
He is Dead now

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