the sunlight from a beautiful crisp day is fading and as the darkness washes in i travel back to a tiny age,before i was raped,and beg creation for the comfort of not knowing what i know.this truth is like having ones soul drowned slowly in black ink.tiny,tiny moments lead to tears,such as my babba dropping a toy and crying,their utterly beautiful
innocence.i feel like i would give my life willingly to preserve this beauty
so many tears...i wish i could just come out and blurt the truth about what was done to us,the consequences,the terrible fact i live with
yes i have disclosed to the authorities,but part of me wants to scream it
from the roof tops. so many tears.OH ***********
" i have seen too much wipe away my eyes"
a hurting ade
still,evrything they got from me was raped,forced,taken
everything i get from my beloved honeys is given freely and with devotion and love .feels wierd to say,but I WIN
ade in tears xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx