as i sit in this place
i start to feel my heart race.
i saw the woman who chose my fate.

she sold me at the age of seven
to the pedos it felt like heaven
touching my bare skin
didnt they know what they did was sin.

they used to tell me it was my fault
it was my fault that they liked to pick on young defensless children.
my fault that they hurt me
my fault i couldnt do anything about it.

they told me they loved my soft skin
they liked my deep green eyes
and how i felt when they were on me.

i dont know how ive lived for all these years,
when you start to believe
thats when they have you
and then your f*cked for life.

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