Dark stage and dollar bills, Cheap seats and cheaper thrills… Dungeons equipped with all perversions. Pimps lipping candied coercions, Dipped in diversion…. Like a strawberry in chocolate. She’s the pilot, but she’s not in the cockpit.
Unfair fortunes, she didn’t ask for this. Only fools conjure up this as her bliss. Resorted to, but not a downward spiral. Came from worse, so this, a plateau higher. A toll of events taking their course. Segway into periphery business, by association or by force. Forced by circumstance, forced by another. Of course, happenstance, absent father and mother. De-parent youth, see how they are. Improper guidance, if guidance at all. No parental figure to serve the Truth raw. Sprung from a hotbed of abuse, a trip, and a fall.
Trust me when I tell you that this was not her first choice. Limited options, an unheard voice. Not a political voice, no such farce. The voice of a child, determined while scarred.
Unfair fortunes, she didn’t ask for this. Families sink like sunken ships. Mentalities twisted, abuse rampant. Adult-like kids, spirit amped up. Ramped up, enraged… lost among the waters. Fathers fail miserably to protect their daughters.
Do I have a solution for this? No. Do you? Unzip your heart, pull out the hard truth.
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