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Every little word
Never a lesson learned
Now I know why hearts are made of stone,
Crack through all the hate
Warm, pulsing, passion,
Tender. . . bleeding-
Bleeding all over you;
Your loving-pain riddled hands,
Oblivion of Dark,
Cold,
Fear,
Feel. . .
My heart leaden,
Turn another page,
My story will never fade,
Words beaten into my innocent eyes,
"You said you loved me"
That's why my life was hell,
And only when you left us,
Did I live to "Tell the Tale"
You make me sick,
My stomach whirl,
Like when you beat me,
"Because I wasn't 'Daddy's Little Whore'?"
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