You never called it
***
But then why did I always feel so
guilty
After I met with you
everyday
You wouldn't name
it
But I stand unafraid to call it by it's
name
*** can't you hear
me?
Not ****
***
But still
enough
To cause a 15 year old to lose her
innocence
And a 16 year old to cry from the PTSD
after
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 5:22 AM UTC
You never called it
***
But then why did I always feel so
guilty
After I met with you
everyday
You wouldn't name
it
But I stand unafraid to call it by it's
name
*** can't you hear
me?
Not ****
***
But still
enough
To cause a 15 year old to lose her
innocence
And a 16 year old to cry from the PTSD
after
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