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I'Ll Pretend I'M Sleeping

I used to have to do that thing you know Children should be seen and not heard Know your place your still young Dont you say a word Couldn't understand any of this Yet it became a default of mine So when danger came wandering I did not know what to say except Im fine So scared to speak to anyone Too busy you always say Was that man supposed to touch me Didn't seem quite right that day Yet everyone around me Doesnt see my plight So I pretend it hasn't happened And when you appear next time Ill pretend I'm sleeping And hope you pass on by Dear Grandad I hope this hurts As in your grave you rot For stealing my childhood For the me time lost- to the me you forgot Yet I blame them aswell as you They always knew you were bad So when I lay blame at your door I get so very emotional and sad As everyone of them forgot me Thought I was ok Just because I faked a smile Went out pretending to play Then I forgot what you did Till I was of age Now I have to write it down As its too painful to say So if you hear your children Dont repeat that saying of old Its wrong and its not valuable To make your child feel so very cold

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 9/7/2016 8:20:00 AM
I am a man and when I hear or read stories like this I feel something inside that makes me so angry I believe I could actually kill someone. I had a friend who was abused by her adopted dad and it literally stole her life. It is the most disgusting thing I could possibly imagine. Worse than murder in my opinion. I am sorry it happened to you, Gail. I have tears in my eyes. Very sad write.
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Gail Lewis
Date: 9/7/2016 8:47:00 AM
Hi and Thankyou for the comments and yes it does sound sadder now I read it back xx
Date: 9/6/2016 10:44:00 PM
Gail, this is a very heartfelt write. I am sorry this happened to you. Writing is the way to get it out. writing and/or talking about it with friends. It's nice to meet you and I hope to see more of you!
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Date: 9/7/2016 8:44:00 AM
Writing this has been a release your right. The words tumbled onto the page last night so there we are - first public share of this kind and it feels good xx it's hard to admit this stuff but it's now done! Thankyou for your kind words Andrea

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