February 27, 2010
By Anonymous

Who am I?
Who are you?
Who are we?
Is there a clue?

I used to be someone,
so young and pure,
but that was taken,
and there is no cure.

i have done things,
that i would have never done,
now i want to leave,
maybe it'll end with a gun.

does he see what happened,
or does he still see me as his little girl?
im not the same,
im not as clean as a pearl.

i live at home,
in an uncomfortable viscinity,
hiding myself,
from my true identity

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