I'm standing here,
Looking into your eyes,
I run into your arms,
Embrace your muscular born clothes.
You spin me around,
I close my eyes,
I feel safe,
Daddy use to hold me the way you do...
Daddy...
My father.
Family, as some call him.
A demon in my eyes...
Speaking of the devil, here he comes now.
I must break away from this nightmare...
So I allow myself to dream as he comes for me....
You hold me tight,
I inhale your satisfying scent,
You take it all away.
You move my hair from my face.
Kiss me delicately and whisper,
I love you.
My lover,
Dear lover,
Your words so sweet,
Your lips so kind to me.
Sadly this is not my reality.
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