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You told me that I was nothing,That I was useless,That were just fucking,It meant nothing. I guess you didn't how much It meant to me. I didn't give you permission. Yet I'm still pinned down as you touch me. It took me forever to tell anyone. I would have told my best friend, I mean I tell him everything. But he's the one that did this to me.
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