I do not wish,
to ever be touched;
For the pain
spills out,
it's simply too much.
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Touches make me feel,
***** and confused;
Since I was but a child,
of maybe one or two.
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They robbed me of my innosence,
they robbed me of my youth;
In the dark of the night,
in my dingy little
room.
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The nightmares unfolded,
until I was nine;
They invaded my privacy,
stole a chunk of my life.