Where once there y is was love,now only is pain
I'll never have innocence, ever again.
Some mornings I,still wake up & cry
Others curl up & hope to die.
I covered myself,not for 'it'
But for my life.
Still
A hand on my shoulder,other on my ass
I fight him & scream,but pain in vein.
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