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She attempted to burn her skin with the mere faucet But no matter how warm the water became the only marks on her skin were those previously left by the hands of the rusty blade - hidden deep within her nightmares She lay naked on the shower floor ****** legs and ****** arms spread out in front of her and only she could make out the difference between her tears and the running water This child knew in that moment that her every second on this earth had been a waste. If only her mother, or the man that claimed to love her knew just how empty she could feel they would surely want no part in her disasterous real So she lay down in the shower as the water ran cold and prayed for it drown her with the small hope that there was still a God to show
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
Disasterous Real
She attempted to burn her skin with the mere faucet But no matter how warm the water became the only marks on her skin were those previously left by the hands of the rusty blade - hidden deep within her nightmares She lay naked on the shower floor ****** legs and ****** arms spread out in front of her and only she could make out the difference between her tears and the running water This child knew in that moment that her every second on this earth had been a waste. If only her mother, or the man that claimed to love her knew just how empty she could feel they would surely want no part in her disasterous real So she lay down in the shower as the water ran cold and prayed for it drown her with the small hope that there was still a God to show
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
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