abusive parent
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We all start off pure: a baby, knowing nothing about the world around us.
We are very sheltered at this time, thinking no one could do us harm.
Some, sooner than others, realize this is not true.
When I was a little girl
And you were out with yet another new man
I sobbed Why doesn't she love me?
When I was a little girl
And needed you so desperately
I asked God Why doesn't she love me?
