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Dec 2015
Scars on arms and thighs,
Sending her on a dangerous high.
Voice scream in mind,
While you tell her to be more kind.
Stomach badly aches,
As she sits and watches you bake.
Her vision slowly waters,
As you learn this is your daughter.
With scars,
And burns.
That's thin,
And weak.
She does it all,
While trying avoid the pull.
A pull that will take her forever,
When she wish most to me together.
For you to hold her near,
And say 'I'm with you dear'.
Written by
WiltingMoon
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   Dead lover
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