'sexual assault'

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I’m pinning my hair back so I can work and suddenly I’m 6 years old Doing my hair so daddy will love me again (She knows that he hasn’t loved her since the day she was born) I’m
Just say no Is that what the 97% forgot Were they too caught up  To remember the save all word?   Of course they weren’t
I saw the trademark on your face the true evil grin and eyes of sin violence covered her body in lace disappeared without a trace I saw the pity the and sorrow on your face Never getting out alive you say how pretty I am with fear imprinted and fr
I used to have my very own polaroid camera It was pale yellow, My favorite colour at the time I loved it. When I first got it, It came everywhere with me School, bike rides, parties Everywhere
I first recall it at thirteen I’ve heard of younger girls who had it worse But any age it too young When the touch he lays, Burns your skin   
For as long as I can remember, I've always had this void in my life.
  They said they would handle it That they understood That I didn’t have to worry about him hurting me anymore
Still as the un-awakened beat, Until the soft stirring of the symphony takes hold,  A soul no longer held captive,  But is free. Trying to hold back the memories,  But is letting the hidden emotion flow, 
September 3rd   Maybe I'd always been broken inside.  Perhaps the image I projected of myself was nothing but a wisp in the wind An outspoken thought driven by false assumptions of myself. 
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