Dear my assaulter.

Dear my assaulter, 

You thought you could break me.

One touch with your hand and you'd be free!

Free from the guilt of touching a kid

Free from the guilt that  

You were wrong.

I'm still staying strong,

And honestly you broke me completly

You scarred me deeply.

Church camp was a "safe-space" 

 A safe place for young teenagers to not be seen as a disgrace.

But of course it was quickily brought to a halt,

It's the 14 year olds fault.

You had mental health issues,

Now I need tissues

Thank you, you know

Thank you for helping me grow

As a person

As a friend, 

As an empathetic probably till the very end

Sincerely, 

The girl you tried to break down.

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