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Lost lil girl
Evil preyed upon me When I was a small kid.
Because of their twisted minds and what they did..
Losing yourself, unprotected as their evil ripped inside.
Tossing you aside after, laughing as you cried..
How can a child thats only 6 be so pleasing to their eyes.
Making them hurt you in ways you wish you had died.
Untill at 12 you felt like something inside you was growing..
How was you going to keep anyone from ever knowing.
Evils seed was planted. Now Inside you was evils kid.
Your taken away before you can no longer keep it hid..
After 6 long years of them forcing themselves inside you.
It ended in less than an hour when the doctor said he was thru
He force out of you what they had forced inside you for years..
As you lay there, a 12 year old girl no longer able to stop the tears..
How could they do this ? They never allowed me to be a kid
They had stolen me from being myself is what they did.
Because evil lives inside of their own twisted heads you see
They tore out my soul. They ripped myself out of me..
Each and every time they tore inside of me...
Because of their twisted minds and what they did..
Losing yourself, unprotected as their evil ripped inside.
Tossing you aside after, laughing as you cried..
How can a child thats only 6 be so pleasing to their eyes.
Making them hurt you in ways you wish you had died.
Untill at 12 you felt like something inside you was growing..
How was you going to keep anyone from ever knowing.
Evils seed was planted. Now Inside you was evils kid.
Your taken away before you can no longer keep it hid..
After 6 long years of them forcing themselves inside you.
It ended in less than an hour when the doctor said he was thru
He force out of you what they had forced inside you for years..
As you lay there, a 12 year old girl no longer able to stop the tears..
How could they do this ? They never allowed me to be a kid
They had stolen me from being myself is what they did.
Because evil lives inside of their own twisted heads you see
They tore out my soul. They ripped myself out of me..
Each and every time they tore inside of me...
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