And that SHE was HER

She could have been another person in the world but that her was she

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