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Lost Childhood/Remake of Childhood
Childhood lost but never knew why, many nights I had laid and I'd cried. Where was Dad, what's wrong with Mom? I always knew something was wrong.Mean spoken words with raging fists, something nobody could ever miss. How could she treat her kids that way? I swore that soon I'd leave one day. Abuse is never easy to take, this I know by no mistake. Couldn't leave my sisters behind, someplace else for them I'd find. I promised I'd never let them feel, the things I couldn't believe were real. Once I found that place they could go, I'd go somewhere nobody would know. It's bad enough they had to see, all the things that were done to me. Once we left we stayed away, with very little left to say. Later now that time has passed, many questions never asked. Now as a Mom I just don't know, how someone could let them self just go. Never could I strike my child, that is something oh so wild. All I can say is I'll never forget, still wonder if she feels regret.
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