'sexual assault'
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You're sick in the head, your entire being is dark as nightHow can you do the things you do and think its right?
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
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.
