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Emma
Poems
Apr 2019
It was what you were wearing.
I was violated.
My body was used as a pleasure toy.
So now, I know no pleasure of my own.
Every mere touch, embrace, kiss,
Sends me into states of panic from which I cannot escape.
Before you say, βoh maybe it was what you were wearingβ,
I was violated,
In a school uniform.
#assault #victim #hope
Written by
Emma
15/F/Malta
(15/F/Malta)
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