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Array ( [sid] => 126981 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Out of body experience [time] => 2006-10-16 08:08:29 [hometext] => Its sad when you cant trust the ones that you love. Its even sadder when there is nothing you can do about it. This is a true story, that has taken me a long time to tell. Dont destroy a childs love for you, by being icky. Im 17 and its still haunting [bodytext] => Waking up one morning
the first thing that i see
is an eleven year old girl sleeping
In my bed
I watch her as she awakens startled
from the banging on the window
I observe her closely as she gets up and goes to the door
opening is a woman, much older than her
yet you can see the resemblence
"Alex" she says, get dressed and go out to the garage with daddy
vickie aint goin to school today so let her sleep
She walks outside
trembling despite the warm fall morning
Her heart so full of fear that she is afraid its going to explode
She steps into the garage and is told to shut the door
Is forced to take off her clothes
Is forced to lay in his bed
to do horrible things, and let them be done to her
She cant cry
Or he'll Put the barrel to her head
The man she calls dad, is a bad bad mad
My heart hurts for her, and i begin to feel mad,
My heart yearns for her to find her lost innocence
I start to cry
tears of sorrow for her,
than I feel the cold barrel against my head,
and i realize
the girl is me [comments] => 3 [counter] => 208 [topic] => 39 [informant] => lipsofanangel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
Out of body experience

Contributed by lipsofanangel on Monday, 16th October 2006 @ 08:08:29 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief



Waking up one morning
the first thing that i see
is an eleven year old girl sleeping
In my bed
I watch her as she awakens startled
from the banging on the window
I observe her closely as she gets up and goes to the door
opening is a woman, much older than her
yet you can see the resemblence
"Alex" she says, get dressed and go out to the garage with daddy
vickie aint goin to school today so let her sleep
She walks outside
trembling despite the warm fall morning
Her heart so full of fear that she is afraid its going to explode
She steps into the garage and is told to shut the door
Is forced to take off her clothes
Is forced to lay in his bed
to do horrible things, and let them be done to her
She cant cry
Or he'll Put the barrel to her head
The man she calls dad, is a bad bad mad
My heart hurts for her, and i begin to feel mad,
My heart yearns for her to find her lost innocence
I start to cry
tears of sorrow for her,
than I feel the cold barrel against my head,
and i realize
the girl is me




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Re: Out of body experience (User Rating: 1 )
by darkangeleyes57 on Monday, 16th October 2006 @ 08:32:35 AM AEST
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This is really sad... I am glad to see that you wrote about it because these issues should be heard... I thought this was well expressed...

Take care
christina


Re: Out of body experience (User Rating: 1 )
by lillyjane on Tuesday, 17th October 2006 @ 05:37:07 AM AEST
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So sad its terrible you went through this, I hope you have got justice for what he did.. You wrote it so well it must of been very hard to do.. xxx


Re: Out of body experience (User Rating: 1 )
by TeRrahiel on Monday, 25th May 2009 @ 11:09:39 AM AEST
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It's so sad... and it's great to read.




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