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The anxious Toddler, ***** her right thumb; The News has just ended, and soon they will come. ~ But they will not lay down, 'neath her Mickey Mouse sheets; They'll take her pure innocence, and she'll get no sleep. ~ The things that are done, to this Child of five; Will stay with this wee one, for the rest of her life. ~ When they are finished, having her their own way; She hugs the pink walls, feeling ***** and ashamed,
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 9:15 AM UTC
~SHE WAS ONLY FIVE~
The anxious Toddler, ***** her right thumb; The News has just ended, and soon they will come. ~ But they will not lay down, 'neath her Mickey Mouse sheets; They'll take her pure innocence, and she'll get no sleep. ~ The things that are done, to this Child of five; Will stay with this wee one, for the rest of her life. ~ When they are finished, having her their own way; She hugs the pink walls, feeling ***** and ashamed,
Child abuse has got to stop!
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 9:15 AM UTC
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