November 14, 2011
By bubbly SILVER, Topeka, Kansas
bubbly SILVER, Topeka, Kansas
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the pain will never die,
forgetting how to cry.
but the tears are still sliding on by,
you can see and feel them but you have no understanding on why.
running out of my house
falling to my knees
begging god to help me please
asking for a miracle to happen
dropping my head into my hands in the pouring rain
running away from my fears,
from my beloved dad
the one whose suppose to love me
and hold me tight when im in doubt
not the one who chases me with a belt,
nor the one that punches me until hes tired
and expecially not the one that touches me...
he will always be remembered as the dad i love, but also as my molester i hate...

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