a young untouched soul, who never felt the softness of anothers lips.
still in high virtue.
yearning for the attention of another.
she fell into the trap of falsehood.
following a figure into the darkness of the small facility.
taken to the back where it was just two broken souls in one.
older than she, his easy manipulation created and everlasting hold on her.
"just one kiss."
that one kiss.
something so simple turned into something so scary.
a young broken soul, only to break more.
seeing such a warm heart in state of melancholy.
easy to take hold of and easy to abuse.
you hurt her.
your disgusting ways with the younger, broken girls.
making them feel wanted in every way.
just to make them feel less wanted.
never wanting to be touched again.
forever sore to affection.
building barriers so no man will ever touch her again.
never to know what true love is.
i was naive.
— The End —