Unforgetable Childhood
His heavy breath on her neck
The tears falling from her eyes
His hands rushng up her dress.. The tigtness of her thighs
The option to run away was no where on her mind
All she could think about is making it alive
And she could see her mother standng at the door frame
Just looking, not caring that she felt any pain
Minutes passed, he left her no pleasure
Just an unforgetable childhood
It kept reminding her the dmage he left her
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