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I Begged Him

"Can we play the game today?"
I want love I want attention
Little did I know
I was acting like a whore
And To him I was nothing more
But I wanted it
And I asked for it
I said "molest me today."
He tried to stop
"Please, I want to play."
But once we started there was no turning back.
I was about 5 or 6
But I was as Bad as or I could compare
to the little demon who masturbated with a crucifix
The ones who watched never stared
Because he showed me love
No matter what form it was in, He cared
He showed me what I was refused
Love, Love, Love
He always said "Good Little girls swallow! -
"I WISH I WERE DEAD!"
"But Darling that means it's good head"
I regret it
But it's all my fault
"Fuck ME"
"Suck ME"
And All I could think was "Lucky ME"
Forgive me "A."
I've put your life on the line
For what was simply a 5 or 6 year old pleasure at the time
Written by Liv_ing_ston_ed (Nikole)
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