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he did this.


I'm not the same person I was before

He didn't listen to me when i said no more

I was just something he couldn't resist

Seriously that fucking man just had to persist

Like my body was a product being sold on a shelf 

Honestly made me lose my sense of self

No wasn't a word he seemed to understand

Took what he wanted by demand

I had made myself hopeless

Dosed on enough drugs to make me boneless

Whose fault was it in all fairness?

Maybe I consented without my own awareness

The drugs really blurred my mind

Clarity is all I ever want to find

Belief isn't something I come by often

My body right now is truly foreign

I can't explain the effect you had

Well I guess the best explanation is that you made everything bad

Flashbacks of being pinned to a seat

After being told what we were going to do is just meet

You covered my mouth with your hand

Spoke words to me as a command

You knew I wasn't strong enough to push you 

You said it was okay

But I really wasn't feeling that way

I blacked out, that was the plan wasn't it?

This was all something i didnt fucking permit

You took my innocence that damn night

Lucky for you I didn't even put up a fight

I blacked out before I could even react

Did you even consider the impact?

You stole my first time

Literally a fucking crime

The smell of the leather backseat

And the sight of the god damn street

All burned into my mind 

Even though I fucking declined

You made me fear my own sobriety 

Shit, was this my fault or societys?

 
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