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Dec 2018
I was too young
too small
to know
you hurt me.
"its what friends do!" you said with a smile,
before,
you corrupted me.
I was too young
too small
and yet
a quiet voice at the end of the day
whispers
you could have stopped it
Theia Rhea
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Theia Rhea
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