Childhood

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It was late and she didn’t want to sleep alone.
Eleven years old and always alone.
They talked, laughed and shared.
Music filled the comfort of her loneliness.

Eleven years old and always alone.
Until he offered to stay.
Music filled the comfort of her loneliness.
He would stay all night.

Until he offered to stay,
Darkness and music filled the silence.
He would stay all night.
Come morning he would be gone.

Darkness and music filled the silence.
Until his voice whispered soft.
Come morning he would be gone,
With a head full of confusion and loss,

Until his voice whispered soft,
She slept in his care.
With a head full of confusion and loss,
He began to touch her there.

She slept in his care,
She felt safe and thought it was fun.
He began to touch her there,
This was normal, wasn’t it?

She felt safe and thought it was fun,
She had someone to share.
This was normal wasn’t it?
It was late and she didn’t want to sleep alone.

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