Pretty
Little girls
Run home
Into my arms
Crying
About
The man
They met tonight
He
Was always
A monster
Just hidden inside
They
Had bled
Blue and Red
Having Known him
If
I could
I would
**** for them
I
Would take
It all
For those girls
My
Sweet, funny
Precious friends
Deserved much more
But
All I
Can do
Is be here
Listen
To how
They weep
And feel disgust
Their
Bodies no
Longer theirs
But now spectacles
"If
It really
Happened" someone
Mocks them cruelly
"It's
No big
Deal" another
Sneers so violently
It
Happened
Whether they think
So or not
And
I am
Here for you
My dear sisters
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 7:19 PM UTC
Pretty
Little girls
Run home
Into my arms
Crying
About
The man
They met tonight
He
Was always
A monster
Just hidden inside
They
Had bled
Blue and Red
Having Known him
If
I could
I would
**** for them
I
Would take
It all
For those girls
My
Sweet, funny
Precious friends
Deserved much more
But
All I
Can do
Is be here
Listen
To how
They weep
And feel disgust
Their
Bodies no
Longer theirs
But now spectacles
"If
It really
Happened" someone
Mocks them cruelly
"It's
No big
Deal" another
Sneers so violently
It
Happened
Whether they think
So or not
And
I am
Here for you
My dear sisters
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