Victimized
Lying beyond the grass of suffocation,
He stood by, playing with my hair,
Twisting and grabbing, aggressively,
Making sure my mouth remained shut,
I was only 15
He had a sweet voice,
Eyes that could blind,
Tied that I was his,
Agreeing with disbelief,
I was only 15
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