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Sep 2014
Underneath all the pain struck so deep 
I can still hear her screaming, 
Just a forgotten heart beat
For it was more than the damage 
That distorted the surge of blood 
Out of her wrists into the rug
Don't lie to me and say its just a phase, 
The blood on your floor will never be replaced
Faced with the fear of pain,
Suffering expecting her to be tame
Blame, isn’t understanding, loving, 
Demanding suits it, alone with a knife until she used it
Your Clueless, 
I wish you could see the love
That you’re going to miss
Not just the bliss of love, 
Come on
She’s just a little girl inside, still wanting her fathers love, 
Never knowing if its enough, 
Always searching 
Never stopping
Divided by the time we waste with the lies that we try to trace
Back to when it started
For Life will never be the same
If you don’t look beyond her frame
Kurt LaVacque
Written by
Kurt LaVacque  Austin
(Austin)   
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