teen sexuality
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A scary feeling that no one can bare. You're looking around while the world stops and stares. Confused from the terrible news, the people don't care. A world, where people never can prepare... for.
Did you think about me?
Did you think of how I would feel?
Did you think of my shame?
No, you didn't.
You made me hate myself.
I washed you from me.
I washed myself from me.
I fish my hand in the bowl and pull out our psychology group’s topic.Sigmund Freud’s Stages of Psychosexual Development.We find it in our books.Their chins sink to their chests.
