She must have been ten,
Still to young to understand.
The trusting heart so nieve,
The upcoming trauma was unforseen.
There was no way to have known,
She couldn't trust a kin of her own.
Betrayed by her nature to trust,
Or by his sickening lust.
Either way time keeps traveling by,
Twenty years later it is still denied.
Truth shall set you free,
But what about the little girl in me.

 
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