hate
I tried to scrub away the feel of his skin on mine,
every night i rubbed my skin hoping it would go away,
but it will always be there.
i was only eight
Those rapists eyes,
so brilliant. their soft and delicate faces,
seeming as if they could tell no lies
every night i rubbed my skin hoping it would go away,
but it will always be there.
i was only eight
Those rapists eyes,
so brilliant. their soft and delicate faces,
seeming as if they could tell no lies
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