How can she grow up in the world with so much pain?
she keeps pushing so many people away.
she was only six when it happen.
She tries to hide all the past memory.
But all she want to do is forgets about it.
but the pain doesn't goes away.
but she fear of the true getting out.
when it dose That no one will treat her the same.
She guesses that hell is a place called home.
She knows that every body judge her but for what.
Her smile hides her pain and hate from her past.
How could someone do that to her.
he was olde enough to knew better.
but she was too young to know what he was
doing will scare her for life.
Why her why me
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