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Oct 2019
Daddy
The father of my blood,
my creator,
He owns me,
he claims me.
My screams won't be heard,
so I lay silent,
My teeth clenched tight,
My eyes crying blood,
My mouth tasting bile.
Written by
Ellie Murry  14/F/Kentucky
(14/F/Kentucky)   
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