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[title] => Your Soul
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[bodytext] => Not of the realm for feeling He creeps around for what he is stealing He takes it from you and every other Little girl who hates her mother His eyes burn you as you strip And for a little extra on him you'll sit Twirl around rub him how he likes it Let him grab and slide in to you a perfect fit A million more like him you'll Service And keep telling yourself what the hell they deserve this If you can look yourself in the eye And happily wave your soul goodbye Ignoring your mothers plea for your return While you tell yourself its her fault in a voice so stearn Its her fault that you are alone Its her fault you have nowhere to call home You are not a whore Not once no more Will you see his face in every man Will you run far away, as far as you can Turn to drugs to ease the pain Play with your life its a gamble but your game And then the unthinkable happens the time has come Who cares though killing your baby may seam evil to some You can live with it, look yourself in the eye As you kiss the soul of your baby goodbye At night you cry it was the wrong thing to do Go back to your mother will she even look at you You have made yourself a monster And so sick of the game you start to come clean Get rid of the drugs, welcome the pain Stop playing with life like its a game And then it happens you know for sure That is his face those eyes, that look you've seen before He walks past you and straight to your mother Has he hurt her is she anothor You know theres more You know you were never a whore he looks at you inviting For something others would find frightning And your father this 'man' Does all that he can To degrade you to hate you But what can you do Your mother loves him why believe your lies For all that you cry For some reason you love her And in a way you love him to So that is why when you look him in the eye You can let him take you, as you've kissed your soul goodbye. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 236 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Anesthetic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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