Help me...
He is hurting me...
I am lying here in chains...
How come he does this to me...
All I see is darkness...
Why does he torture me like this...
I hate him...
I hear him coming in,the pain begins...
After the deed is done I hear him whisper...
Good girl...
This is a poem I made for all of the child molestation victems out there.I..Vix Nightveil...am a victem of this crime...I was a child molestation victem.
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