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The memory of what he did brought even more memories to mind Slow at first but picking up speed, it's all starting to unwind I don't want to look, I don't want to find But when I close my eyes there they are right behind It's been almost a year, but all these thoughts have come rushing in Because it is mushroom season again The woods I would have to go within I always loved to romp about out there,but now thoughts twist and bend Losing my sanctuary was the greatest sin Dragging me out to my beautiful wood, so I could be his prey The feel of the freash damp earth under foot, birds chirping in the trees, I will remember it ALL till my dying day My hands tied behind my back, it would be easier for him that way He pushed me to my knees, invading me from behind just like my step daddy did so a ****** I'd stay He knew it would bring back those memories of my yesterday's With that veil evil deed, so many things got lost My woods, singing birds, the river's bend, what a cost No more fishing, no more camping, no place to take off my disguise No sanctuary to run to, all of this I'm starting to realize He was an intelligently crazy He was destroy the last place that was my safety He was taking my last bit of joy I could get He was very cunning in that, I'll have to admit He found away to continue to bring me agony After all these years he couldn't just let me be He made my tormented life worse by many degrees So now standing at the edge of the woods I freeze He took my place To feel warm and safe New and catastrophic agony is now a cold fire inside There is no place to hide It's left me fighting hard not to end it all and die
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
Loss of My Sanctuary
The memory of what he did brought even more memories to mind Slow at first but picking up speed, it's all starting to unwind I don't want to look, I don't want to find But when I close my eyes there they are right behind It's been almost a year, but all these thoughts have come rushing in Because it is mushroom season again The woods I would have to go within I always loved to romp about out there,but now thoughts twist and bend Losing my sanctuary was the greatest sin Dragging me out to my beautiful wood, so I could be his prey The feel of the freash damp earth under foot, birds chirping in the trees, I will remember it ALL till my dying day My hands tied behind my back, it would be easier for him that way He pushed me to my knees, invading me from behind just like my step daddy did so a ****** I'd stay He knew it would bring back those memories of my yesterday's With that veil evil deed, so many things got lost My woods, singing birds, the river's bend, what a cost No more fishing, no more camping, no place to take off my disguise No sanctuary to run to, all of this I'm starting to realize He was an intelligently crazy He was destroy the last place that was my safety He was taking my last bit of joy I could get He was very cunning in that, I'll have to admit He found away to continue to bring me agony After all these years he couldn't just let me be He made my tormented life worse by many degrees So now standing at the edge of the woods I freeze He took my place To feel warm and safe New and catastrophic agony is now a cold fire inside There is no place to hide It's left me fighting hard not to end it all and die
Pauline_Morris
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
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