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My innocence was not for you to take ******* life out like a poisonous bite Apples rotting like my soul Never beautiful will I feel again- Fantasized Driving off bridges Popping pills Sick thoughts clouding Little girls’ mind Death I wished upon myself You turned me into a broken mirror ****** from the shards or glass No pain shall I feel only a sick sense of the sweet relief Sickly sweet cooper tones Sliding down porcelain skin No love in my hearts home No love in my brains decomposing shack **** Is not amusing A glimmer of future life ****** out like a dementor Bye bye childhood You stole from Innocent little girl should not defend For their lives shouldn’t be placed into their hands Rusty anchors lodge deep inside A pain never shall be at ease Hell shall be your only witness Demons crawl from my soul locking their talons Into what’s left of you How do you call yourself a man Bars shall hold you in If only I could grow some in my mind Nightmares from those years Only regressed into teenage tears
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
Only a little girl
My innocence was not for you to take ******* life out like a poisonous bite Apples rotting like my soul Never beautiful will I feel again- Fantasized Driving off bridges Popping pills Sick thoughts clouding Little girls’ mind Death I wished upon myself You turned me into a broken mirror ****** from the shards or glass No pain shall I feel only a sick sense of the sweet relief Sickly sweet cooper tones Sliding down porcelain skin No love in my hearts home No love in my brains decomposing shack **** Is not amusing A glimmer of future life ****** out like a dementor Bye bye childhood You stole from Innocent little girl should not defend For their lives shouldn’t be placed into their hands Rusty anchors lodge deep inside A pain never shall be at ease Hell shall be your only witness Demons crawl from my soul locking their talons Into what’s left of you How do you call yourself a man Bars shall hold you in If only I could grow some in my mind Nightmares from those years Only regressed into teenage tears
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joyce-mariah-quinn
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
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