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Rated: 18+ · Other · Personal · #893116
Unfortunately, there's too many people that can relate to this
No More.

The sheets are soaked with the sweat of doom
as I lay in the bed of my dark sweltering room.
My thoughts are the same as hours before;
He ain't gonna hurt me no more.

The fear I smell, I know is my own;
it's all I know, from this wicked home.
I hear the door and pray "not me".
I curl to a ball and hug my knees.

He elbows my back to make my legs uncurl;
wake up little princess, daddy's little girl.
Gonna do somethin' I saw on line today;
This time little lady, we're goin' all the way.

He laughs at his joke, this is so much fun;
'til fear hits his eyes when he sees the gun.
I see terror on his face like he's never worn
as the dark stain on his pants begin to form.

The barrel passes my lips as I vividly recall;
such a brutal fuckin' life, as the hammer falls.
My last thoughts are the same as hours before.
He aint gonna hurt this little boy no more.


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