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I feel his desperate hands everywhere He held me to the bed What you did wasn't fair "Keep quiet" I remember he said He held a pillow over my face So he didn't have to watch me cry I lay still and quiet and stay in place, Just asking god "but why?" I feel his desperate hands everywhere Even though it was long ago I always have to be constantly aware Whether its friend or foe I feel his hands in every touch I hate how much it haunts me I didn't think it affected me this much, I guess that's what they call ptsd
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Oct 10, 2022
Oct 10, 2022 at 12:21 PM UTC
His Desperate Hands (TW r*pe)
I feel his desperate hands everywhere He held me to the bed What you did wasn't fair "Keep quiet" I remember he said He held a pillow over my face So he didn't have to watch me cry I lay still and quiet and stay in place, Just asking god "but why?" I feel his desperate hands everywhere Even though it was long ago I always have to be constantly aware Whether its friend or foe I feel his hands in every touch I hate how much it haunts me I didn't think it affected me this much, I guess that's what they call ptsd
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23/Non-binary/Australia
Oct 10, 2022
Oct 10, 2022 at 12:21 PM UTC
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