The Past is the Past

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She started young,
But never wanted to.
She could have sprung,
But didn't because of you.

She had no choice.
You made her do it.
The sound of your voice,
Could make her lose it.

You made her suffer,
You made her sad.
You would just bluffer,
But then it got bad.

She became depressed.
She started to cut.
She was always stressed,
Acting like your mut.

You bossed her around.
She did what she's told.
Then she fell on the ground.
She said this is getting to old.

She looks at you.
With those sorrow eyes.
They looked so blue
Then she started to cry.

She was done.
Done with everything.
So she would run,
And just keep running.

She ran away from you,
And everyone else.
If you want a clue.
It was because of the belts.

Whenever you got mad,
You would hit her,
And make her sad.
So that's why she left here.

To move on to another.
And begin her life.
Someday she'll be a mother
And she will be a wife

She'll find her prince,
And fall in love with that boy.
She will never think of you since
When she left being a toy

She will be so great full.
Great full to be away from there.
She came from a world so hateful,
To one with no fear.

No more reason to suffer,
No more sad,
No more reason to bluffer,
And no more bad.

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