She was thirteen that time,
when she realized they were all just lies.
The gentle smile of her mother;
the encouraging eyes of her father -
yes, they were all just lies.
She was thirteen that time,
when she realized something was not right.
The big caressing hands of her father;
the sweet sounds he had always uttered -
yes, something was indeed not right.
She was thirteen that time,
when she realized something was not nice.
The dates with strangers of her mother;
the seductive gestures of her to another -
yes, something was really not nice.
She was thirteen that time,
when she realized everything was too much for her.
The father she had respected was a monster;
the mother she had loved was a cheater -
yes, everything was just too much for her.
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