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Your fingertips danced to the echo of your own brokenness Your pain so pure in the form of shivers     too heavy            Intense for a mere tear and what words I could hear from your mumbled mess     and skipping heartbeat    As you looked off into that deep dark sea     that was just scary and I thought You had every right to be afraid of just about everything because there is so much to be scared of in this horrible awful messy place children go missing and molested and little girls like you get ***** and all they remember is the strange hum of police sirens and an officer that was a little too friendly and now they look at people with empty frozen eyes that I cant look past or through Like insects trapped in nets Or **** stars turnin' tricks I feel awful to think that paedophiles and molested children have the same kind of hands if you look somewhere in the past its hard to think they were children too who maybe liked chocolate milk and hated the way a neighbour made them feel You told me these theories with a steady voice Resembling your own destruction somehow detached from your own **** what was taken from you Sam told me about how you came home bruised broken and he took a wash cloth to your cuts and that filth that monster left in you       you told me how Sam cried as you tried hard not to make a sound (you ended up comforting him) you ask questions to an un-answering god about how this could of happened to you too many times.. I watched your beautiful mouth tell me awful awful things
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Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 4:46 PM UTC
"We all smile with that invisible gun to our head."
Your fingertips danced to the echo of your own brokenness Your pain so pure in the form of shivers     too heavy            Intense for a mere tear and what words I could hear from your mumbled mess     and skipping heartbeat    As you looked off into that deep dark sea     that was just scary and I thought You had every right to be afraid of just about everything because there is so much to be scared of in this horrible awful messy place children go missing and molested and little girls like you get ***** and all they remember is the strange hum of police sirens and an officer that was a little too friendly and now they look at people with empty frozen eyes that I cant look past or through Like insects trapped in nets Or **** stars turnin' tricks I feel awful to think that paedophiles and molested children have the same kind of hands if you look somewhere in the past its hard to think they were children too who maybe liked chocolate milk and hated the way a neighbour made them feel You told me these theories with a steady voice Resembling your own destruction somehow detached from your own **** what was taken from you Sam told me about how you came home bruised broken and he took a wash cloth to your cuts and that filth that monster left in you       you told me how Sam cried as you tried hard not to make a sound (you ended up comforting him) you ask questions to an un-answering god about how this could of happened to you too many times.. I watched your beautiful mouth tell me awful awful things
"We all smile with that invisible gun to our head."-Chuck Palenhuik
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odi
American
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 4:46 PM UTC
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