this is a poem i wrote for english class. i'm doing my topic on r*pe culture and s*xual assault. i'd really love feedback!!
it felt as though my innocence was ripped away from me
fighting did nothing as they stole my property
laying helplessly while i was robbed
they knew i would keep quiet
they used me
years later, i still see their face
no matter how hard i scrub i'm still dirty
everything reminds me
about how my innocence was ripped away from me that night
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Feelings book
RandomThis is basically just a story about all my life questions. Read if you want I don't care. I might rant when I'm upset about something, sometimes i'll write ideas or songs. Maybe even poetry but this is basically a jumble of shit
