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Abused

I was abused Only five years old So very confused It's a game We will play Shh. Don't tell anyone He would always say I was abused Only fourteen years old Still so confused Mom was so cold You ****. You whore Sleeping around My heart is sore I was abused Thirty three years old My whole person, bruised A mom to six Twice married now I will be a good mom I made that vow It's quiet at night The children all Sleep I lay in bed awake The fears flood, I weep Today the sun shines I awake from laughs My beautiful children there I am not my past

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