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Feb 2016
Under the mask hides the scars of pain
Forged by the knife when she was insane
Driven by guilt from daddies hand
When he used to play
His special game

Tears burn the lines that the knife has left
Reminders of nights best left unsaid
Closed eye's see nothing except the dark
Where the welcoming hands outstreached
Of death

Close to the edge she now stands alone
One more cut forever leaving home
He can't hurt her when she's gone
Unfair she knows
Her dying swan song

So lay her down to rest in time
The final cut came to save her
No more daddies little special girl
Just a sad alone soul in hell
Sin
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