dawnsue hillman Poems

So many visions I must sample,
Hate and violence more than ample,
I grow bored with victims I trample,
Deepest darkness now has
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I believe,
this is an angel feather.
Sent from God above,
to serve as a reminder
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A child of rape.
A raped child.
My first attempt at suicide at age 5.
Taught to lie and manipulate the people I 'love' as my Mother lied to me, manipulated me, traded me for drugs, sold me for money. Taught to hold it all in, to hide it behind my smile.
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My big wild oak tree has toppled to the ground, breaking my heart as he fell. Oh, the horror of his glory laid down upon the forest floor. I am just so sad.
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Dreams, dreams die,
I don't know why,
Dreams, dreams die,
It still makes me cry.
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I am afraid of saying hello,
for I fear the pain of goodbye.
I am afraid to listen,
for the fear of hearing you lie.
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You make me interesting and fun.
You make me a priority to everyone,
when you are mine.
You make me happy in a fantasy.
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Grieve not the loss
of blood or friend,
and pity not the
'bitter' end....
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