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His satisfaction
Tears are always running down my face
i hang my head low thinking 'what a disgrace?'
the tears are coming from all the damage you caused
what do you want now, a round of applause?
i watched you rape and molest me right before my eyes
now the only thing left to do is cry
you stole my virginity without my consent
PLEASE tell me why this is the way it went
all i wanted was for you to get off me
but getting you off me just wasnt that easy
you hit me in the face then ripped by shirt
then you pushed it in to the point where it hurt
i remember it like it was yesterday
answer this, will i ever forget it and be okay?
the thoughts are crucial and all i can do is cry
sometimes i just think then ask my self 'why didnt i die?'
the bastard didnt care whether i lived or died
all he cared about was being satisfied
i feel dirty, i feel low, i feel used
i will always know that i'm a victim of sexual abuse!
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