I was 3...

February 18, 2020

I was 3… how could you do that to me?

“This is our little secret” you would say.

Didn’t you know they would find out one day?

Because of you, I grew up too fast.

Because of you, I can’t forget the past.

I knew that what was happening was wrong...

And I stayed quiet for too long.

Now when he holds me, I’m tense.

Now when he touches me, I flinch.

Now when he kisses me, I hold my breath in suspense.

I was 3… how could you do that to me?

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