"Why me, I know it wasn't full on rape, it was a form of it, but still. And everyday it destroys me because I know a lot of people don't believe me that it actually happened, and it just hurts, and no-one can understand how bad it actually hurts.
It's destroying me, and everyday, I just get more and more depressed. Sometimes I can hide it; I put on a fake smile and laugh...but sometimes, it's just to hard to hide it."
(Now This is mine and mine only)
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Poems About My So Called Life
Şiirpoems somewhat about me, how I am, And what I keep bottled up.
