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Right from the start, love meant pain
and as she grew, it turned to shame.
I cried for the infants corrupted youth.
I cried for the mother not knowing the truth.
She lived in the shadows made from her life
full of darkness, fear, and strife.
I cried for the toddlers innocence lost.
I cried for the sitter and the pain he caused.
She walked down a very lonely road
and carried the hurt all alone.
I cried for the girl confused and scared.
I cried for the father not being there.
Demons corrupted her; tore her apart.
They haunt her memories and fill her heart.
I cried for the teenager baring the load.
I cried for the rapist she'll never let go.
A life of secrets built these walls;
tear-stained pillows; unanswered calls.
I cried for the woman and her world of hurt
I cried till my tears washed away all this dirt.
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