Don't tell;
Those were the same words Uncle Brandon whispered to Stacie
Told her the candy in gold wrapper was just for safety
Mumbled everything he could in her ear just to keep her from being shaky
She built walls and latched the memories in unusual places
Cos who would believe her over Uncle Brandon who was bred during the eighties
Don't tell...
Bran McCain whispered to the girl he calls baby
Impressions of his hand crested on her pale rosy flesh
Her torn clothes stained with tears she couldn't hold back
Everything stings when numbness comes especially the thoughts
Bran lives a comfortable existence and she doesn't tell when trauma hurts
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