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Peach juice dripping from the smile on my face Strawberry locks masquerade with the wind Still counting the cracks with laces untied Weak like bird bones Delicate like a daisy fresh plucked I'm a dead girl But I guess you had a thing for necrophilia 11 years young when I met the Devil Milk teeth smile and baby blue eyes You took a liking to that Teacher. They guide you to be prepared, but you guided your burned fingertips across my undeveloped velvet body Did you like the taste of my innocence?
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC
Dear Molester
Peach juice dripping from the smile on my face Strawberry locks masquerade with the wind Still counting the cracks with laces untied Weak like bird bones Delicate like a daisy fresh plucked I'm a dead girl But I guess you had a thing for necrophilia 11 years young when I met the Devil Milk teeth smile and baby blue eyes You took a liking to that Teacher. They guide you to be prepared, but you guided your burned fingertips across my undeveloped velvet body Did you like the taste of my innocence?
This is a small fragment of how I felt when this happened to me. Yes, this is a true story.
#pain#innocent#child#molestation#dark#sad#ruined#broken#why
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DaisyBrain
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC
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