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No more. 

 

Hands, hands writhing up my body,

Hands that don’t belong there. 

Don’t scream DON’T scream,

You’ll only make it worse, don’t tell a soul

They’ll look at you different 

Nobody will believe you, they’ll say it’s your fault and they will be right. 

They’ll be right because you didn’t stop it. 

Didn’t stop the eyes from running up and down your body,or the weight of his body on mine. The hot breath forever stained on my body

Never to trust again. 

 

 

Malina Taylor

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