after
i remember the first time i felt it
that sadness, that heartbreak
that irreversible feeling of impending doom
the shaking, the sweats, the nightmares
all of it
like it was yesterday
it was the day after you stole every last bit of hope i had in me
you stole my innocence
i was 13
what gave you the right to my youth?
what did it do for you?
did your little dick get hard thinking about the pain i felt?
i wish i knew how it felt, to steal someone's soul and not even feel a tad bit
guilty
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