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I am a daughter  To a father who is a pedophile and a mother who didn't protect me I am a sister  To six siblings, five sisters and one brother I am a mother   To my little boy, who is my reason to keep on living I come from physical abuse   Years by the hands of a step father who hated me, and a mother who just  watched from the distance I come from mental and emotional abuse   Loved one second, hated another, and told over and over again how bad, worthless, and unneeded I am I come from sexual abuse   Scary nights learning things I shouldn't of learned so young , no one believing me till the FBI came I locked away the pain

Mind desecration Moral ligation Blood-lust duration No contemplation A Psycho’s sensation The fatherless child Physically reviled Sadistically smiled Sexually riled Imagination wild Hedonistic kills - Necrophallic skills - Overdosed on pills - Schizophrenic chills - Just for kicks and thrills Agnostic web ensnares Holy thoughts and prayers Foreign skin he wears Where no one even dares He never even cares Bloody libations - Orgasmic elations - Hallucinations - Oral fixations - All justifications Conflagration Condemnation Congregation Consternation segregation

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