I don’t know for sure why I didn’t tell, but sometimes it seemed as if I’d be the blame

So I kept quiet and played along with their special games

They seemed to fondly admire my small child frame

I wished their sick lusts could be tamed

And I didn’t feel mangled and maimed

“You’re a good little girl” they all claimed

Sometimes my nightmares are a drain

Peace and uninterrupted sleep is all I want to gain

Instead of waking up-feeling like I’ve been beat with a cane.


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