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Mar 2016
With your wicked ways you disembowled my young life
Anger, pain and confusion you made sure were rife
You opened up the gates of hell, that let those demons pour through
You poisoned all my thoughts, and the darkness is all I knew
I was to young to cope or comprehended
I paid for the wages of your sin
You left me tattered, and my soul torn
And now still there rages a battle, a constant growing sky black storm
You ****** up my mind
So I would make choices of the wrong kind
And my demon count grew
And it was all because of you!!!
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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