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Life of misused toy
This is the story of a girl, who was told she was nothing. Told nobody would want her and no one would love her. She was only a toy, a possession to many sick bastards who killed her daily of a time span of twelve years. A Fed up teenager,sick of trying to be this perfect teenager, perfect christian, perfect student. so she finally had enough, and wanted revenge! So day by day she would rebel against the fabric of the she was made upon and vowed to never be used again. Most people who know me tend to say I'm a pretty much happy person who has such dreams and hopes, yet if they really only knew what i went through inside they would change their opinion. I never really asked to be different or ask to abused it just happeded. You can't change the past or ignore it like it never happened, you learn to live with the scars and hope they don't seep open with the pain that builds behind them.
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the monster came by night
to wipe away our dreams
to take us to another place
where nothing is what it seems
he laid us in a garden
of shadows and of fears
lied us down by a stream
that ran blood and tears
we saw acts of violence
that no child should ever see
i watched as he took innocence
and my last friend from me
she was locked away in wonderland
for the rest of her years
locked away in fairyland
only to be chased by her fears
i watched as phobia took over
and she began to die
i couldn't help her
i too was dying inside
the monster came by night
to wipe away our dreams
to take us to another place
where nothing is what it seems
he laid us in a garden
of shadows and of fears
lied us down by a stream
that ran blood and tears
we saw acts of violence
that no child should ever see
i watched as he took innocence
and my last friend from me
she was locked away in wonderland
for the rest of her years
locked away in fairyland
only to be chased by her fears
i watched as phobia took over
and she began to die
i couldn't help her
i too was dying inside
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My Friends
These are my thoughts. I don't care what anyone has to say about them. If you don't agree with me then you don't have to. Like I care if you do. I decided it's about time our thoughts were heard.
Swear to you to give you the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, and to make it interseting to you all.
