I was 5
He held my thight
Told me it was our little secret
I was 11
Early in class
I wanted to help
But he used me
I was 14
Trying to feel alive
In a car somewhere I didn't know
He put is hands on me
I was 15
Ran away from home
He asked my age
While feeling up my shirt
I was 18
Thought it was just a nice date
I kept saying no but
He held me down and kissed me
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Poems
PoetryHi, I suck at poetry, these won't be any good at all. Don't read these, just for your own safety. Xoxo love, Phee
