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Step by step
She searches the
World
Wearing her pain
On her
Sleeve
Making big strides
Nothing stands
In her
Way
The highest of
Mountains
She scales
Hands of raw
Flesh,
Wounds of a
Cruel world
Continuing the
Journey
Stumbling ahead
Into the storm
thats ravages
Her soul
On the cusp of
Left and
Broken
A young girl
Who's fate
Was sealed
Before
Birth
By a
Father who
Deemed
Her
Worthless
She had her
Love to
Give
But it had
No
Worth
To a man
With priorities
To another
Woman's
Children
And a
Half empty
Beer can
There are no
Pictures or
Father/daughter
Dances
Just painful
Memories of
His drug
Deals between
My friends
Father
Shamed and robbed
My head hung
Low
As my tears
Fell
Fast
Left on the
Door step of
An abusive
Mother
There was no where
To turn
Each day
Was ruthless
And
Never ending
For me
While my
Father managed
To cop a high
To sail
Through
In the end
I
Payed the
Ultimate
Price
Abandoned and
Casted into
The shadows
Of two
People
Who never
Gave me a
Choice to be
Here
Echos of screaming entities
Illuminating
Inside
memories
That swirl inside
My shattered
Mind
Every wall that surrounds
Me slowly closes
In until it
Becomes
One with
Me
Complete disconnect of
All that is
Real
And reality
Has
Transformed
Into
Insanity
My soul bellows
Out into
The
Hazy
Fog
That ive
Become
Lost in an unbreakable
Maze
Thats wishes to
Consume
Me
My body
Lies a
Mangled
Mess
To the
Dismay of
Angels
A smile upon a
Charity
Case
That doesn't smile
Back
Rusty chains ******
My wrists
As the dark lord
Drags me
Into
Hell
At night we were a fresco 
painted by an astronaut, our 
messy bed the chapel of a
voyeuristic God, where glory 
worked with hurried hands
in frenzied fellowship and
hallelujah was a sigh that
quivered on my lips, then we
nodded off like angels of our
own apocalypse; it was made-up
love, when we woke up,
the dreamed up stuff of kids.
A refurbished oldie. Feeling nostalgic.
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