Hurt
You touched me as a child.
While I was naive and innocent.
You stole what was sacred.
I will never feel the love of a first kiss.
For with your lips you sealed.
My hatred for you.
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I am a major in Art and English. I am short and because of my shyness I allow myself to be less than what I can be.
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