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In shadows deep, where sunlight feared to tread, A child endured, a life half-lived, half-dead. His father's hand, a cruel and punishing fist, Left marks unseen, yet wounds that would persist. His mother's love, a hollow, starving gaze, A fragile hope, consumed by endless days. A stepmother's touch, a violation's blight, A stolen innocence, forever lost to night. Now, years have passed, a man of twenty-five, But echoes linger, where pain used to thrive. The truth distorted, a twisted, bitter plea, A desperate cry for love he'll never see. Anger's fire, a flicker in his soul, A violent storm, beyond his own control. The scars remain, invisible yet deep, A haunting past, where nightmares never sleep.
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Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 11:20 PM UTC
Echoes of the past.
In shadows deep, where sunlight feared to tread, A child endured, a life half-lived, half-dead. His father's hand, a cruel and punishing fist, Left marks unseen, yet wounds that would persist. His mother's love, a hollow, starving gaze, A fragile hope, consumed by endless days. A stepmother's touch, a violation's blight, A stolen innocence, forever lost to night. Now, years have passed, a man of twenty-five, But echoes linger, where pain used to thrive. The truth distorted, a twisted, bitter plea, A desperate cry for love he'll never see. Anger's fire, a flicker in his soul, A violent storm, beyond his own control. The scars remain, invisible yet deep, A haunting past, where nightmares never sleep.
Trina
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Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 11:20 PM UTC
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