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I have a story that only I can tell It's the story of a girl and how she went to hell. She thought the world was nice just like her mommy said But then she met a man and wished that she were dead. The man seemed very nice and told her nice things he tricked her into pain She became a puppet ruled by his strings. Sometimes she'd tell him to stop so they could play But he would always tell her That this was his favorite game. She didn't understand how he'd be so nice then so mean she was falling apart at the seams. The bruises too many The tears too much She wanted to die but could never do such. She looked at the trees and fell in love with their grace, She looked to the flames and learned how to feel safe The older she got the less things grew worse but the memories weren't forgot and the pain was only hers.

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Vegim tells the story of a girl who trusts the world, meets a man who seems kind, and is hurt by him. The poem suggests abuse without describing it directly. We see the pattern instead: he is "nice then so mean," he calls her pain "his favorite game," and she feels like a puppet on his strings. Her confusion is as painful as the bruises, because she can't understand how kindness and cruelty come from the same person.

The speaker opens by saying this is a story "only I can tell," and the shift between "she" and the personal ending suggests the girl may be the speaker herself, though the poem never says so. The mood is heavy and raw, helped along by the simple, nursery-rhyme-like rhymes, which make the content feel even more disturbing. Still, there is a small turn toward hope. She finds comfort in trees and fire, and things slowly improve. But the final lines stay honest: the memories don't fade, and the pain remains hers alone.

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