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[aid] => mick
[title] => Daddy's Slave
[time] => 2004-01-24 16:13:14
[hometext] => Let me say first. I am male.. and I know some of you may find offense in me writing this but.. I'm expressing that I can only imagine the pain to those victimized. If it offends you, please let me know.. any feedback is good feedback.
[bodytext] => Hush little baby, don't say a word Daddy's said to me before he made me hurt Physical but mostly mental; he broke my heart I still don't understand what I did to make him start He was my Daddy and I loved him so dear Then one day he became the man that I fear The lock on the door; the old brown sheets The promises unkept; his grip unforgiving and me so weak Every bruise so dark but I managed to hide them well And even though I knew I should; I never did tell Because I loved him as my Father and I didn't want to see him in pain I just wish to this very day that he would have felt the same But he was intent on ruining me; leaving all these scars And die of old age never ceasing my mental wars So I sit writing this; my note of final word And I look over my escapes, with vision so blurred Will it be the knife, gun or noose? Oh wait, my eyes are growing heavy My last sight is the bottles that are so empty And my dying thought is that of him in his grave Before I leave this world... no longer Daddy's slave [comments] => 10 [counter] => 732 [topic] => 36 [informant] => lostinlimbo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 24 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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