... more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me. Angry, hurt, destroyed Broken, bruised and toyed Damned to a secret hell Falling for your deadly spell Wounded soul, live hood charred Feeling so stupid, arms now scarred Innocence stolen, purity taken Forever lost, joy forsaken So of tired life, sick of ...

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