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Daddy Stop It Hurts
Daddy Stop It Hurts
Daddy Stop It Hurts
My name is Chris
I am three,
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
My daddy so mad?
I cant do a wrong
My daddy is back
From Charlies bar
My name is called
I press myself
I try to hide
Im so afraid now
He finds me weeping
He suffers at work
My name is Chris
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me
To not be affected
By this Poem