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Title: my pain

by alex howells from Surrey | in writing, poetry

when i was my father abused me
he used my love as a child
to suit his his sick need with a power driven sick mans needs
he used my mothers love to silence his cries he kept me tangled in a web of lies
i suffered pain and guilt and carried the blame
i lived in hell with a bottomless well
giong further down
i never thought i would reach the surface
get out and feel solid ground
my mothers love kept me alive inside she was there to ease the everyday strains
he was wrong to abuse me
and take away my innocence
he took away my childhood and replaced it with feelings i shouldnt of felt
angr hurt and pain and never allowed being a child

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