Hands run down her body,
Hands she doesn't want there.
She wants to scream,
Tell them too stop.
But his hands there,
She can't breathe.
She tries to shove, kick, move,
She goes limp.
She's not dead,
But she wants to be.

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Hands run down her body,
Hands she doesn't want there.
She wants to scream,
Tell them too stop.
But his hands there,
She can't breathe.
She tries to shove, kick, move,
She goes limp.
She's not dead,
But she wants to be.