I was 3...

I was 3… how could you do that to me? “This is our little secret” you would say. Didn’t you know they would find out one day? Because of you, I grew up too fast. Because of you, I can’t forget the past. I knew that what was happening was wrong...And I stayed quiet for too long. Now when he holds me, I’m tense. Now when he touches me, I flinch. Now when he kisses me, I hold my breath in suspense.  I was 3… how could you do that to me?  

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