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Raped
I guess you didnt get the point and I told you that I'd do it mommy you didn't listen thats why I cut right through it the vain on my wrists keep me connected to you keeping me traped in hell a feeling I should know by now all to well But the blood that flows now below my feet hide the lustful man that I was forced to meet "Mommy please no he hates me!" "Mommy stop him he tried to RAPE me!" but you didn't mind a word I said he was your husband and you acted deaf Well he finally did it when I was seven years old until I was sixteen he hurt me mommy I will never let it be because for nine years he used me as a slave making me do what he wanted each day my secrets out now where do you side not where you should mother, your just another lie in life that was lost along the way mother this is what I always wanted to say You make me feel worthless and he touched me mommy, daddy made me want to die but you made me hate me you told me I was a lier and called me insane maybe thats why I go by so many different names but even then my inner child died all the same
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