She was running fast,
Away from her past.
The answers lay there,
But nobody did care.
The house that she grew up in,
Was covered in sin.
Every crack in the wall,
Showed her scars, and all.
The nightmares began there,
Where, she slept every night, and in bare.
Her skin itched from the memories of him.
Survived from this sin.
Every day is a breaking point in her life.
Covered from all sorrow and strife.
But she doesn't live there anymore,
In her past, she survived, like never before.
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