This is not about me, it's about all the children whose lives have been ruined permanently by child abuse. Such a sad thing, what's even sadder is that there is still so much of this going on here, there and everywhere.
Tortured for years by the filth of his hand I was a child scared and afraid Threatened to be killed if I spoke his demand Tortured for years by the filth of his hand I am thankful for being dead, to him- you do understand Frightened to death by the threats that he made Tortured for years by the filth of his hand I was a child scared and afraid Threatened to be killed if I spoke his demand Tortured for years by the filth of his hand I am thankful for being dead, to him- you do understand Frightened to death by the threats that he made I was a child scared and afraid I will never forgive him- it's the price that he's paid Write a "Trionet" for me poetry contest Sponsor: L Milton Hankins 6/20/2021
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