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The first knife
Tell me when your face will stop haunting my dreamsRed lips, gentle smile, a devil hidden behind a trusted disguise Coercion in its truest form I was a child
But you didn't care for the consequences of that innocent soul You took, as you always do, and you replaced it with torment The feeling of being dirty, used No matter how many times I scrub my lips I will never be rid of you Wretched and vile That you would do that to a child
And with trust in my heart I took your hand that night I followed you, through the heavy oak door where we were away from prying eyes You had something to show me How was I to know you were going to place the first knife I was a child
You thought it fair Taking something I can never regain My reliance on adults, or family and friends Gone within an instant
I was a child Only now have I learned what you did was not okay
I was a child Only now have I learned that you're the reason I always felt this way
I was a child My innocence is gone And you've made me a monster Nothing will ever make me numb enough to erase the images of you burned into my soul
But for I was only a child And you hid behind your money Your power I'm left to wither in the darkness that consumes me
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