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    As i sit and cry i start to wonder why,why can't i be normal inside...

    why is god not helping me it's like iam in a dream that never seems to go away why iam i so sad i have no one to hold close to me why did god let this happen to me ...

    As i sit on the end of my bed wishing i was dead why can't my mother see whats happing to me why can't she save me ....

    then i hit reality as my father seats right next to me telling that its ok as my mothers in the living room passed out from volka and gin

    why can't she see what he doing to me he saying this is normal and and its because he loves me

    but why doe's every other dad only hughs why does daddy touch me in places that make me cry do love make u hurt and cry i guess so thats all i know since i was five.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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