Stolen
You came to me and decided I was yours
I had no will or say, no if, and, buts, or ors
You stole from me that precious thing
Which allowed me to sleep peacefully
My innocence was a game to you
I had no idea what I was doing
But you knew and you decided I didn't need it anymore
I was 7 but I was already seeing a shrink
Those problems that come later in life were not strange to me
I kept seeing it, over and over and over again
Twisting it, changing it, making it more
And your actions have shaped my life
That rape of my mind has taken over me
I have no choice now, I am a slave to it
That one choice you made all those years ago,
That one thing you decided was no big deal, a little bit of fun
Destroyed my laughter, my smile, my joy in life
And I live it every night.
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