BOOM
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Boom boom BOOM
All the bombs and not covered
The bombs of a little girl being pulled
From her mommy, the one person who loved her
Bombs of molestation and rape by her grandfather
Uncle,babysitters' son,father's date's nephew
Bombs of being hit by a step mother
Cause you did t take her crap
You try to avoid them you
Get behind the wall but
Hot shrapnel from the bombs hit you
To remind you that it will always be there
You try to dodge it but it always hits you
Boom boom Boom
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