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On This Day
On this day
of this week
of this month,
you took away
something very
precious.
I can't get it
back, never again
can I be full.
You linger
with your
overwhelming
presence.
What did I do
to deserve
what I received?
I thought I
was a good girl.
Thought I was
good... Right?
Was I bad,
was I that
terrible?
I'm sorry mama,
papa. I am so
broken. I can't
be found or
be loved
or fixed.
I'm sorry.
On this day
in this week
in this month
4 years ago
he broke me.
of this week
of this month,
you took away
something very
precious.
I can't get it
back, never again
can I be full.
You linger
with your
overwhelming
presence.
What did I do
to deserve
what I received?
I thought I
was a good girl.
Thought I was
good... Right?
Was I bad,
was I that
terrible?
I'm sorry mama,
papa. I am so
broken. I can't
be found or
be loved
or fixed.
I'm sorry.
On this day
in this week
in this month
4 years ago
he broke me.
Published 8th May 2012
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