Innocence Lost

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By Manic.Angel

A little girl sits in her room She doesn't play 'cause he'll Be coming very soon. She hopes every single day That someone will rescue her From this hell in which she must stay. The pain is unbearable Her heart full of shame Why is he so terrible ; Why is he so mean? She sees a way out While sitting on the dirty floor, She grabs it quickly He's opening the door. As he comes into the room She runs the object across her wrists and lays on the floor. She doesn't feel remorse She doesn't even cry. This is her freedom, A quiet goodbye. ©ManicAngel

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