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Dec 2018

I don't want your filthy hands caressing my curves.

Please remove your hands from my chest, you're hurting me.

I am begging you, don't take away the only innocence I have left.

No, I don't want you on top of me, you're crushing my fraile body.

Stop it.

Get off of me.



Shouldn't these pleas be enough for you to stop?
Written by
laura-jessica  14/F/bedroom
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