He touched me.
Touched me.
It wasn't my fault.
It wasn't.
But it was.
If I had just-
Just said-
Just left-
Just overcame-
But.
I.
Didn't.
So it's my fault. All of it.
I should have just-
Just-
Stopped it.
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For Those Who Suffer
PoetryNot your happy poetry book. This book is a collection of poetry for those who suffer. Contains mature topics (like assault). NO TRANSLATIONS. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. *Irregular updates*