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It Never Ends

As I sit and listen
This song takes me back
I was a 9 year old boy then
My innocence was intact
Our door was open to him
He was my parents friend
Little did they know
At night, I was his victim
His name was Steve
Long haired, Skinny and greasy
He smelled of rotting piss
And seeked everyones pitty
“Cons for kids” was his thing
The title says it all
Fun and games during the day
Pain and fear come nightfall
I’m a family man now
24 years have gone by
Yet I still blame me
Because I caught the freaks eye...

by ttgoth
posted on 03/10/2008

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Comment by BrokenHeartsTornUpLetters: Mar 11, 2008 5:12 am
your not to blame...dont think that!!! im here for you...good poem
Comment by babyboogt82886: Mar 11, 2008 5:23 am
Very great poem, and I know how it feels, it too happened to me! Sad face Not fun, and not fair!
Comment by broken3heart3: Mar 19, 2008 2:57 pm
wow creepy.
LUV3 IT <333!!!
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