Saturday, April 6, 2024

As a little child

As a little child I was used

I was used I do not know how

What was done to me

Please don't let me know


Images in my mind

Rip them from me

Pain beyond belief

Please don't let me feel


This is a heart scream

Of that I am sure

I cannot go there

I cannot, I cannot

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