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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I wish you understood what it's like to be me. To look in a mirror and wonder where could I be? Free from the torture your unkind hand forced upon me. Free is something I'll never be. My souls left traces scars,unforgettable faces. My mind splits too protect me from you. First one then two. Then three and four. I'm bound by your petifile sickness. Caught in your tangled web of deceit. In your clutch is where I lost touch of who I am to me. Things aren't always what they seem. Awaken by my silent screams. You even haunt me in my dreams. I couldn't explain to you what this has caused until now. I carry your disease and shame. As if some how I was to blame. Abuse all mostly self induced. My denial has left my life and relationships in a pile. Makes it real hard to truly feel a smile. Are you beginning to see, What your choice has inflicted on me. I can't imagine how you live with your self! Does it ever cross your mind. Why this 5 year. old was out at that hour? Does my pain bring you power? My innocents you've stolen. My soul you devour. My step sister Cory left me alone. She wouldn't take the time. To see that I wasn't left behind. I guess walking me to the door. Would have been to much of a chore. No one was home. I was scared and alone. Thanks to that whore. I ended up on your door. Reaching my hand out in fear of the dark. Do you know where is my mommy and mark? To remember makes my stand on end. How long will it be until I can mend? My throat tightens. As I begin to relive that moment of terror again. you've committed the ultimate sin.
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