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My name is Mitsy I am but three
My eyes
are swollen I cannot see
I must not be loved for I am punished by cigarette burns
I must do right I can't do wrong or
else I'm locked up all day long
When I wake up I'm all alone the house is dark
my folks aren't home
I'm really just
an expensive joke no more no less then speed or coke
Be quiet now! I hear the car my dad is back from Charlie's Bar
I
hear him curse my name he calls I squeeze myself against the wall
on my bed its too late his face is twisted into hate
I
feel the pain again and again
Oh dear god please let it end
My name is Mitsy I am but three last night my father murdered
me
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