Into her soul; her, purest part wept
A vacant stare into her obscured depths
Fading past all those who had once left

Motives behind all their means
No one was there to help stop her pain
Alone in this cold world of un’care & disdain

Careening down a path of desperation
Twisted & turbulent times of trouble
Devoid of hope, condemnation

She to be told how evil, wicked, & vile
A waste of space; a throw away child
An abomination as an adult, all the while

You created her w/your words & deeds
Never fulfilled her core needs
Planting, in place, your noxious seeds

Time to cut down the weeds!!!!

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