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May 17
The maturity I feel over my parents
The freedom I can barely rent
The wave of horror that crashes over me
Just like a tsunami in the sea
That they can do anything to me
Experiment on me
And get away with it
They act as if they don't care
As if everything I said had flown up on the air
Coaches sexualizing me for wearing a mere crop top at a young age
Men three times my age isolating me like they're locking me in a cage
Manipulate, abuse, ****** abuse, repeat
Choke, ****, eat
Maturity at a young age
Rub me across your skin like Sage
Treat me as a child
No—
Treat me like it's mild
No—
Treat me like an adult
Get rid of my freedom like it was in a cult
Bounded by these shackles of shame
Then I no longer know your name

Sad how I'm supposed to consider you two as my parents
Yet you don't do anything when someone who lives with me currently used to touch me inappropriately and has done attempted ****** on me
All I can watch you do is just throw a childish tantrum
Vayla Hemingway
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Vayla Hemingway  17/Gender Fluid/Circus
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