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My First childhood memory


I see myself twisting in the Wind From the Rope named betrayal There is no one here to pick me up If I should fall or I should fail I have only depended upon myself Ive always been here all alone I learned at an early age That you don't alway's reep what you've sown Beaten and abused, by those I love Just for existing within the same space I couldn't say how many nights I'd pray For the answers but Only silence filled its place I grew up heartless just the shell Of a dream I Should Have Become I could have been given a little love A Little Mercy but I was graced with none The simplest of things were never given Why would I think anything else would You just loved to watch me twist in the Wind You punished me, You destroyed me, Not for what I did. But beause you could
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