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I never told a soul, and now that I'm getting old, it's coming back to haunt me like the ghost of Christmas past.

Last, night I dreamed of the terrible day, of how he treated me that way, but he was still "Uncle Ed".

While laying alone in bed I can feel his fingers touching where he should not, you'd think that I forgot, because I deny the happenings to myself.

At the time my wealth, yo I had none, it happen every year at holidays or family reunions, the tears.

To think I didn't resort to drinking beers, or smoking crack, my knack was loving unworthy men.

Hoping to find someone to defend this 12 year old girl that gave up her world and first penetration.

Humiliation because i felt like others knew but didn't care. Daring me to speak up to family because somehow this my fault. Somehow I was somewhere i shouldn't be, I mean out of the 20 of us why did he choose me?

That's why I cry inside when I see him, why holidays for me are so grim,why get togethers just aren't my thing.

Captured is a spirit that's dying to ring.

But there is caution tape as in danger, like hating your uncle as if he was a stranger.