Sick and tired.
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Trapped
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Body wrapped with sharp pain because my
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body wasn't made to contain all this rage.
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My mind wasn't made,
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my eyes weren't made,
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my soul was not made to behold what shackles my soul now.
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Bound by memories of being innocent,
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Uncle sinning against me sexually,
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Momma knew he was molesting me, smacking me across my face. I could do nothing.
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Pops wasn't around to give me the time of day.
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All I wanted was a time and place where I could be loved.
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A hug from my mom was too much.
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So I turned to lust on the net while I was
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hooked like a fish as I click, click, clicked to watch porn flicks
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trying to find intimacy,
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or an outlet at least.
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But as I try to breathe and be at ease I see my mom in hell and the devil's breath through the glass pipe.
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I'm shattered in a flash. Fright and brokenness is the aftermath.
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Brokenness is my aftermath.
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The Breaker's Valley
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| For Today |
