In the corner of her room
She sits with head between her legs
She has been abused
Verbally
Sexually
Emotionally
By those she called family and friends
By those
She was supposed to trust
Trust, yeah right, whatever
Those demons stole from her
Those demons tore her soul to shreds
In the corner of her room
She sits with head between her legs
She does not cry
For crying would let them win
Give them a victory
That
She can not
She will not allow
Sweet dreams
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
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