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you worry
A hand comes down to my face
caressing fingers touch and trace
the lines my body makes
you worry
a hotness flushes down my cheeks
I smell the alcohol, it reeks
I hope our eyes will not meet
thoughts scurry
my name reverberates so loud
the walls still keep it in the house
I somehow let you down
I'm sorry
No words come out
I stand afraid
of what you do
what's left to take
you take it all from me
so blurry
I love you daddy
don't be mad
There's nothing happened
I did not tell
I hurry
A hand comes down to my face
it hurts but you increase the pace
the bleeding will not stop for days
you worry
caressing fingers touch and trace
the lines my body makes
you worry
a hotness flushes down my cheeks
I smell the alcohol, it reeks
I hope our eyes will not meet
thoughts scurry
my name reverberates so loud
the walls still keep it in the house
I somehow let you down
I'm sorry
No words come out
I stand afraid
of what you do
what's left to take
you take it all from me
so blurry
I love you daddy
don't be mad
There's nothing happened
I did not tell
I hurry
A hand comes down to my face
it hurts but you increase the pace
the bleeding will not stop for days
you worry
Published 3rd Oct 2017
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