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by Maria Malia

Created on: April 02, 2009 Last Updated: April 05, 2009

Child molestation is hideous. It follows a person til their death, be it 10 or 90. Complete recovery is rare, if not impossible. But sometimes, just putting words to paper can give temporary relief.

Card club night

Mom goes out

Card Club night

Every two weeks

I hate, hate, hate

Card Club night

Every two weeks

Card Club night

When Mom goes out

The Night Visitor comes creeping

Card Club night

Silence is commanded

Card Club night

The Night Visitor comes slithering

Every two weeks

I hate, hate, hate

Card Club night

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The past, it is behind me,
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Tired and hurt by their deceiving
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