and that she was in reality me I separated the two along time ago I didn't want the
pain that was inflexed on her to affect me, he touched her in ways she would have
never wanted to imagine and he touched her right in between the her knees, the night
time was the scary time a time where day light was the enemy cause if she ever spoke
of what happen there he would indeed hurt me, he was the predator and well she was
the prey the victim he fantasized about when the bitch was away night time he'd
creep and he touched her and she cried and begged him to stop in the back of her
mind she prayed her virginity he never got it was her security and he pride he
stripped away with every touch. The harder the tears rolled down nd the harder she
cried the more he would slap her and beat her with his heart, see his mission was
to make her feel like S*** make her feel that she wasn't worth it when he left he
took some parts of her, id comfort her as I whispered into the back of head
everything will be fine and he's far gone she could of been anybodys daughter but
that daughter was she and that she was her and that her every morning I'd look back
and see ME