Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
He made me never tell
I don't remember when,
Or why,
Or for how long,
Or at what age,
But he claimed me as his own
When I was a child.
I shed innocence,
Or rather,
Had it raped from me.
A child meant to play and smile and laugh,
Weeping under the coverings and
Praying to a god that can't hear her.
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Or why,
Or for how long,
Or at what age,
But he claimed me as his own
When I was a child.
I shed innocence,
Or rather,
Had it raped from me.
A child meant to play and smile and laugh,
Weeping under the coverings and
Praying to a god that can't hear her.
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He made me never tell
He made me never tell
