Child Abuse Once upon
Child Abuse
Once upon a midnight smelly
Child abuse - tormentor of my dreams
Deep into that darkness hurting
Once I sat engaged and harming
By the grave I saw the abuses
On that day my soul grew juvenile
When I thought of the child abuse
My passion is the cunning cat
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