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The Brackens

Do you remember the Brackens
We went there when we were young
That was our secret place
Me and you had so much fun

That's where the woods are winding
Tall tall trees
The earth went on forever
At least that's how it seemed
I could smell the earth around me
Hear the owls within the trees
Tiny animals scurrying around beneath the fallen leaves

Do you remember the Brackens
Sky so clear it gleamed
Running together through the woods
You used to make me scream

On our backs counting stars
I was so full of hope
Playing beneath the moonlit sky
The moonbeams did elope

Do you remember the Brackens
I do every day
My face pushed down into the mud
The mice and deer decay
The thorns that cut into my back
My sore and bloodied knees
The rotting leaves within my mouth
Under the dying tree

The horrible way you took
The way you made it hurt
Ripping through my insides
Cutting through my thoughts

I remember the Brackens
I think of those woods each day
I'm still trying to build a life
To keep the mind at bay

I remember that you loved me once
There on top the hill
I remember that you raped me once 
And your friends did too

Do you remember the Brackens
I really hope you do
The way you gave me to your friends
To do with me their will

Them shouting and cheering in my face
Pouring vodka down my throat
Pulling at my underwear
After ripping off my clothes
I felt their hands all over me
Shoving in my hair
As they pulled my head back 
And had their way right there

The insides of me did curl up
I closed my eyes real tight
As they entered my inner parts
And bashed away all night

Now I have your attention
Your eyes are right on me
I'm going to make you see

You didn't completely shatter me
Just winded me a while
As you can see I got back up
Hunted you down have I
Although it haunts me everyday
I'm better than I was
I got up out of bed
To kill all of you off

I was not your puppet
Never yours alone
What you did to me was evil
So your never make it home
Please don't look at me like that
I'm not the first to lie
I can see your doing what your friends did
I see your gonna cry

Now be a good boy
Open up your mouth
This is how dead leaves taste
As I blow you through the mouth

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