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I lay in the dark cold.

Waiting for my murderer to come.

He creeps into my room.

I have been expecting him for some time.

He thinks that he is a wonderful surprise.

I keep wondering where I am.

My body is here during his rape.

My mind is somewhere I can't find.

I feel coldness inside me.

I keep saying this isn't my fault.

But in my heart it isn't true.

I feel my fathers hands.

My body feels dirty and hurt.

I feel violated and shocked.

I thought I could get used to this.

But I never get used to being raped.

I feel like I should die.

Die for my sins.

I was daddy's little whore.

I should pay.

I keep wondering where I am.

I disappeared somewhere in between

I am no longer myself.

I keep dying inside.

Wondering where I am.