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Misty
My name is Misty
I am but three
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see
I must not be loved
For I am punished
by cigarette burns I must do right
I cant do wrong
or else Im locked up
all day long
when I awake
Im all alone
the house is dark
my folks arent home
Im really just
an expensive joke
no more no less
then speed or coke
be quiet now!
I hear a car
my dad is back
From Charlie's Bar
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I squeeze myself
Against the wall
on my bed
Its too late
His face is twisted
Into hate
I feel the pain
Again and again
Oh dear God
please let it end
Anymous
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