I remember the day you looked at my sister
with lust in your eyes, before i would let
you touch her I'd rather die.
Trying to hide your abuse from her sight,
that wasn't easy when you raped me in our
bed, oh how i wished you were dead.
I was hoping she was sound asleep, so some
innocence she could keep. I tried to save her
from you, but she's seen the things you used to do.
She watched the tears roll down my face, though
silent I would be while you were hurting me. My
childhood was filled with pain and shame.
I refused to let hers be the same.
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