My abuse began when I was small,
large, were the teardrops I cried;
They fell to the ground, without a sound,
in the darkness of my nights.
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The pain I felt was endless,
I carried the shame in my heart;
I blamed myself for everything,
as they tore my world apart.
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Each night they would come to me,
their hands began to roam;
They explored each inch of my body,
'til I wanted to explode.
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I'd lay in bed, eyes shut tight,
and endured until they were through;
Then they'd leave me to myself,
hoping I'd forget the abuse.
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As I grew up I wondered,
"Do they remember too;"
Were they proud to harm a child,
guess I'll never know the truth.