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You ask why I'm avoiding Hands which frighten me. You ask what you did wrong After touching with self-indulgence. You bring me back To when I was nine. I am a child Begging... for you to stop. Pleading; Pulling large hands away. But this time, I'm nineteen. I feel ***** once again, And the tears aren't cleansing. They are a reminder... Of the innocence I never had.
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
The Culprit
You ask why I'm avoiding Hands which frighten me. You ask what you did wrong After touching with self-indulgence. You bring me back To when I was nine. I am a child Begging... for you to stop. Pleading; Pulling large hands away. But this time, I'm nineteen. I feel ***** once again, And the tears aren't cleansing. They are a reminder... Of the innocence I never had.
For RS (Please leave me alone.)
allyson-walsh
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
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