Death of Victoria Rae I was honey in your womb my heart about to bust you paid me for my love by burning down my lust you took from me a child and we watched it die you tore apart my insides when you said goodbye you put me in the blame I know that's what you did sent me to the flame for an unborn kid what is it that you wanted did you want me dead trade me to the grave and keep the child instead I was just your slave did just what you said gave you what you asked served upon our bed felt my soul inside you held you while I bled the dreams I kept inside me locked up in my head nothing could have stopped it not my fault she died tried to hold you tight to me all the days you cried I'm sorry that the world tore you up inside sorry I gave her to you for you to be denied.

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