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Like
an
Onion
Life
is
like
an
onion
The
more
you
reveal
The
more
layers
fall
away
It
could
be
done
slowly
or
with
zeal.
Start
with
feelings
How
did
I
get
to
where
I'm
at
now?
My
mind
is
so
full
and
chaotic
I
feel
as
if
I'm
reeling.
Picture
this,
a
little
girl
Swinging
in
a
home
made
swing
near
a
river
Grandfather,
mom,
relatives
Dropping
by,
they
are
my
lifegivers.
Uncles,
decides
to
play
toss
the
girl
Each
time
stepping
away
from
each
other
Tummy
feels
ticklish
and
I
laugh
These
are
the
moments
I
unfurl
Mom
sits
drinking
her
tea,
in
the
shade,
on
the
porch
With
grandfather,
Auntie's,
uncle's,
as
they
enjoy
our
play
These
moments
are
precious
The
river
runs
past
the
house
everything
is
okay.
As
each
memory
is
brought
forth
It
soothes
and
heals
my
soul
The
onion
sheds
its
skin
As
the
healing
takes
its
toll.
What
it
is
about
the
past
That
affects
our
lives
today?
Perhaps,
it
is
the
memories
That
effects
my
decisions
from
day
to
day.
Each
time
I
shed
a
bad
memory
I
begin
to
feel
more
vulnerable
Paranoia
sets
in,
and
I
wonder
'is
this
okay'?
My
soul
feels
like
a
piece
of
emery.
It
is
time
to
put
on
the
salve
The
little
girl
wants
to
retreat
Come
back
when
you
want
to
continue
Shedding
your
skin
has
been
a
feat.
Shirley
Zornow
A
Living
Nightmare
The
bitter
reaches
of
his
mind
call
out
His
haunted
past
is
what
this
is
all
about.
How
to
start
this
little
bit?
With
warning,
it
will
make
you
sick.
A
living
nightmare
with
no
escape
Since
now
his
soul,
fills
with
hate.
He
said
to
warn
you
of
the
drugs
As
they
quickly
change
to
little
bugs.
Always
buzzing
within
your
head
Never
to
leave
until
you're
dead.
A
living
nightmare
with
no
escape
because
his
soul,
filled
with
hate.
He
asked
me
not
to
tell
of
his
rape,
Because
he
was
foolish
and
fell
Jor
the
bait.
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hate
for
letting
it
happenrhow
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living
nightmare
with
no
ejscapil
Now
his
soul
is
full
of
hate!
''0M
I
He
reminded
me
that
he
is
gayj
Something
that
kills
him
everyday!
A
dark
cloud
that
looms
oyertlfflife
,
.
Causing
everyone
he
knows
nothing
bit
strife
A
living
nightmare
with
no
seat
His
soul
dies,
polluted
bfliateJf
He
cried
"Never
walk
atonejatnight"
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Cause
they'll
beat
you,
grSoulave
thej
light.
Then
you're
left
alone
in
die'dark
'abyss
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Bleeding,
with
no
one
everxqminq
to
assist,
A
living
nightmare
with
no
escape!
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can't
go
on
with
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Finally
he
pleaded
"NeverJaft
lor
false
love"
"
It
will
only
bring
upon
a
bitteTOYi,
;p
A
sparkle
of
hope
that
things
may
bSlooaSafw,
But
hurts
more
then
anything
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A
living
nightmare
with
no
escape?4-'?!!
Even
now
his
heart
is
filled
with
hate;v
''
sr?
You
think,
is
this
true?
(
How
could
this
be?
But
regrettably,
I
know,
Because
he
is
Me.
I
A
living
nightmare
with
no
escape,,
I
vanish,
lost
within
my
hate.
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