'child abuse'

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There's a boy in the attic Pulling wings off of angels His brain filled with static Waiting for the flame That will burn his world down   No one comes looking here No one wants to find him
Morning Sky, Rotating Wheel, Marker stains Frozen time Falling sky Expanding world 
A soundful cry A tearful moan A breaking scream All of sounds All of the calls
  Stalking through darkness A feeling of encroaching predation He seems to have a prowess In checking for my sedation Blinded by his appitite
You ask me to tell you when I realized I was growing up Well that’s a complicated question Cause I can say I was forced to grow up the moment my father decided to molest me from ages 5 to 13
You've hurt me once and you've hurt me twice, but now it's my turn to throw the dice. I play my cards and I pay the toll, who knows what fate the dice will roll.
There was a rose that stood out from all the red ravishing ones. This one bloomed too early onto the sacred ground of Mother Nature's beautiful creation,
Little girl, please stay little forever, But Little girl I need you to understand that your daddy doesn’t care about you Little girl you knew he wouldn’t show up just like last time
HushMy faultHushI could have stopped itHushI wanted itHushNobody will believe meHushHe didn’t know it was wrongHushHe said he was sorryHush
never censor the dirty words. unleash the violet memories of your violent childhood: lilac frocks and pomegranite seeds and leftover boo-boos because sometimes  daddy couldn't see you
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