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I was his Monument

Struggling to be free of him

Barely getting up

Barely getting out of his sight

He pulls me back

Before I stray to far

Im not my own

Nine years old

Fighting to get away

Wishing he would go

I am his monument

The one he worships

Let me be free

Let me escape it all

If he wakes

I wont wait

If she cries once again

Will i hear it

Or will it have begun

To blend in

I will be free

Take her with me

So he does not hurt her

Not begin to make

Another monument out of her

She doesnt deserve

The memories

We will escape

If he wakes,

I wont wait

I'll take you

To where its safe

Where we are free

And no longer

His monuments

Memories might teach us so much more

More than he will ever know