Friday 6 March 2009 photo 1/2
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Friday 6 March 2009 photo 1/2
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A broken girl of seven was never able to speak,
Shadows of humiliation Lied at the end of her feet,
Her ears were poisoned,
he told her to never tell,
If she ever did so, he would kill her as well,
She sealed her lips tightly, trying to never make a Peep,
She knew if she did,
he would go ever so deep,
Her eyes shut tight,
he would Whisper her name,
She pretended she was not there, she disliked his little game,
Her body was so abused,
so sore, and so dead,
Life did not matter much,
this tournament would ever end,
She Lied awake at night hoping he would die,
How could he do this to her, this horrible guy,
Each day was the Same,
at ten to be exact,
He would hold her to the ground,
with strength she lacked,
When he was done he left her with no guilt at all,
leave her in tears,
she would curl into a ball,
One day it all end,
the day she was free,
She never had to go back,
but it was not over you see,
Years went pass, every night she still cried,
She let men abuse her,
did drugs and Lied,
You can never understand unless it had been you,
only keep on living knowing what he put you through,
Each day of her life,
was destroyed by him,
She hurts everyday,
with a life so Grim ...