the first time i was 15 hands grabbed my budding ******* a warm breath on my neck
the second time i was 18 he flipped me over held me down after he questioned why i bled
the third time i was 21 he told me to be good that he wanted me to make him proud off came my shirt forced my mouth to do things i didn't want
hands feel like boulders even now /nothing ever changes/ tongues feel like battering rams /i am estranged/ it's like i have a neon sign pointing at me /i feel deranged/ saying "hurt me" in flashing lights
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