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Sins Against Humanity


What matters most. Usually I am but a ghost. Everything is not forgotten or lost. Paralyzed and frozen from frost. Tomorrow awakens a realization. Crooked dreams with senseless ideas. Earthquakes & plagues that spread & shook. Diseases and illnesses the lives they took. A temporary sorrow of knowledge to learn. Scrabbled composition revised and reviewed. Criticized and misused. Dismissed and deleted. Unrestrained rage insanity made. A permanent horror. Invisible and still miserable. Alone just skin and bone. No family or home. A connection of a single phone. Death that rots. Forgotten thoughts. Nothing to seek. A confession breeched. A torture reached. I said stop. But I am not a cop. A mess you can't mop. I hate what you did. So from the world I hid. I was afraid. I didn't know what sex was When I got raped. My hands were not tied My mouth was not taped. I was sleeping in my own bed. The sickness in your head. Hiw could this world parole you. With everything about you they knew. They did not care. I was the one who had to be there. To suffer the torment of molest. With the evil you possess. Your existence I detest. Miracles don't exist. I had to remove an ovarian cyst. This scar says it all. I am not a name that's ever called. My success is stalled.
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