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Jun 2015
Its time to tell
Its time to confess
Its time for my mom to not have to guess

I will break through
Ill let go of the blame
Its time for me to exit his game

I'll speak the truth
I'll share the pain
I'll stand with survivors
Honesty will reign

I didn't deserve this
I know this now
Hand in hand, justice we vow

Twelve year old girl
Whose world took a whirl
He touched her deeply
treated her cheaply

Ripped apart
She was so confused
But I'm here for her now
Inside she knew she was being abused

'It's natural. It's okay... I've done it before'
****** assault
She thought it was her fault

'It's gonna feel nice'
That's what he swore
The little girl opened the door
He was willing to give more
or take more

Three years passed by
Every day black and white
she still felt the guilt
she still couldn't fight

'I'll tell your granny, you *****'
Sick to the core
It followed her like it was her crime
Turned out all she needed was time

The little girl suited up in armour
She now has an army, an army of survivors.
BellonasBride
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BellonasBride  Ireland
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