Innocent eyes and sweet laughter – now vacant and empty
Staring into a dark void
Hot tears on my pillow
Scared to fight Too young to understand
Cold hands everywhere
– holding, touching,
hurting
Rape and perversion
Blood
– sweat – on my clothes

Hatred
– confusion – disgust
Night after night, week after week, year after year
No longer a child
– only an object
Silence
– no dreams – no sleep
So many missing years
So many forgotten memories
All virtue
– goodness – happiness gone
Childhood stolen
– innocence murdered

Only pain and sadness remained
The child is gone
– the child is dead
Nothing else remains.

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