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Feb 2015
I never asked for it.
I never asked for a trespasser.
I did not want his skin to touch mine
and pull me into an ocean of fear
to do what he wants
or else something worse might happen

I wish I could feel
clean and innocent
but no amount of bleach
can burn it off of me.

*I never asked for it.
I said no
Brenna Smith
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Brenna Smith  San Diego
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