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To see evil all I had to was look into your eyes, You were the one who showed me what evil looked like. You tried every trick in the book to tear my family apart. You made mum feel like she was worth nothing, In truth she was worth everything. You beat her body, you tortured mind, Until she was a shadow of the woman she was before you. You underestimated her strength, You gave it your best to break her, But your best wasn't good enough. You tried to beat the spirit out of my brother The spirit wouldn't leave, You gave it your best to break him, But your best wasn't good enough. That leaves me, You stole my innocence, I was only a little girl, When you made me feel like I was worthless, And ashamed of whom I was. You gave it your best to break me, But your best wasn't good enough, I beat you and took your freedom. You gave it your best you evil son of a bithch, Your best was never good enough to break my families bond, A bond that could never be torn apart by someone truly evil. Vote for this poem
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