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Goodbye, MommyGoodbye mommy.Goodbye, Mommy by DarkenBlood
You told me not to cry.
You said "Take care and goodbye."
You couldn't handle the pain.
It drove you completely insane.
"I hate my life." Was the last thing you siad.
As you held the gun to you're head.
You left me in daddy's care.
Didn't mind if I rotted there.
I hope your happy with what you've done.
Cause the love I get is little to none.
Twins With Half Hearts.Laying on the floor asking god why is something I do alot. Cuts and sores cover my frame as I cry myself to sleep. The only reason I put up with this is to make sure I keep her safe. My twin sister, Hiku Jiko. She's my best friend and the one person I care about. I know I sound selfish, but living with people who beat and starve you can really mess you up inside.Twins With Half Hearts. by DarkenBlood
Hiku, on the other hand, she's stronger than I am. I know she can pull through this. I, however, will soon either be killed by my own father or commit suicide.
I slowly walk towards HER room and try my best not to make any loud noise to wake anyone. When I get to her room I walk in and close the door. I turn and face my sister and see her sleeping with out any fear or panic of being beatened awake by anyone. I know I should be upset that they beat me and not her, but I could never get myself to hate her. She's the only one that would beg them to stop if I start bleeding. It doesn't sound like much, but it means the world to me
Lost Innocence....Her world is all frills and lace; porcelain dolls and tea parties. She smiles to those around her while she weeps bitterly inside.Lost Innocence.... by AmbivalentHeart
His world is brandy and lies; hatred and business. He charms the women who flock to him, while feeling the pit of guilt that never ceases.
They try to show her innocence, not knowing she's no longer innocent. They try to show her the beauty of the garden, not knowing her flower was already plucked.
The women warm his bed not knowing his cannot be sated. His wife takes her place beside him not knowing the truth of what he is.
She weeps at night, remembering it all so vividly. Her lost purity haunts her, torments her, reminds her of what was ripped away.
He drinks bottles of brandy, remembering his monstrous deed. The memory of her flesh, her scent haunts him and only the drink will bring blissful amnesia.
Father and daughter avoid eyes, words, and the briefest touch. Her shame brings this, his him from guilt. The days pass while they live in thei
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