Hurt by Someone You Love

I was six
There was no quick fix.
He hurt me
No one could see.
I couldn't tell
It was Hell.
I did what He told me to
Still, no one had a clue.
How can my own uncle do that?
Now I wear a cowboy hat
And ride my horse, Bo
And show
That I am no longer hurting.

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