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As I wake to another day, I wish I had never been there, Been here, Been in this house, Been with him, I had joy, I was able to smile, He had only joked, But yet, this time was not, As I attempted to rest, He lifted my dress, This was not his first time, But it had never been like this, As he slowly inched closer to me, I began to tear up, It hurt so much, For he, He stole my innocence, He stole my dreams, He made me forget how to be human, For now, I was his slave, For his pleasure, And from there it never got better, For when I showered, He followed me, When I went to the bathroom, He followed me, When I changed, He followed me, For he stole my future, For he stole my youth, For he stole my childhood, And as I sit here speaking, He is in the other room, Needles in his arm, About to follow me to the bathroom, Once again, And once again, He will hurt me, For he is not just a man, He is not just family, But he is the man who was there to see me, For he is my father, And yet, He hurt me.
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Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 11:28 AM UTC
He hurt me
As I wake to another day, I wish I had never been there, Been here, Been in this house, Been with him, I had joy, I was able to smile, He had only joked, But yet, this time was not, As I attempted to rest, He lifted my dress, This was not his first time, But it had never been like this, As he slowly inched closer to me, I began to tear up, It hurt so much, For he, He stole my innocence, He stole my dreams, He made me forget how to be human, For now, I was his slave, For his pleasure, And from there it never got better, For when I showered, He followed me, When I went to the bathroom, He followed me, When I changed, He followed me, For he stole my future, For he stole my youth, For he stole my childhood, And as I sit here speaking, He is in the other room, Needles in his arm, About to follow me to the bathroom, Once again, And once again, He will hurt me, For he is not just a man, He is not just family, But he is the man who was there to see me, For he is my father, And yet, He hurt me.
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Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 11:28 AM UTC
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