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It Stops Today
Feel the heat of my rage as I kick you in your chest The more I do it, the more empowered I feel Tired of you coming to my room only to molest The innocence of my youthful body you try to steal You punch me out of anger, oh you’re so mad I don’t know why in the hell you feel so entitled Every night for years you made my happiness sad Now I want you to experience my rage unbridled I HATE YOU AND HOW YOU TRIED DESTROYING ME! You sick and filthy bastard, I am just a child! I hope you burn in Hell for all of eternity Perverted prick got my emotions running wild Fingers causing confusion, lips doing adult things My body and mind are constantly at war You don’t care what feelings your actions bring As long as I continue being your underage whore Well you wolf in sheep’s clothing, it stops today You want me? Then come on and feel my wrath I’m taking back control; you’ll no longer have a say I am on a mission and treading a dangerous path At 12, I never thought I’d have to defend myself From the nightmare I had to call my daddy Standing up for my life, I must commend myself I overcame the sadness and took back my happy.
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