In a bid for peace
Silence was key
I hated the the role
He forced on me
No longer a child
I was deemed as property
A beast that
Needed to be broken
To fit in his society
Even animals learn to hate
When broken so violently
I remember his roses
I remembered I loved him
Once upon a time
When I was a child.
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