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Save Me

That day was cold,my face was 
pale,my body filled with fear.
That boy,that thing,that awful 
person,tried to make me his.
On the wall ,I stuck,against my 
will while his hand was in my 
shirt. 
Squeezing,groping my poor 
chest and biting on my neck. 
My voice and will I found again, 
"stop,let me go,get off" I said.
But my words were futile 
against his
Strength,I didn't feel,tears I 
did.
If possible,my heart broke 
again, and detachted myself 
from it. 
I shouldn't have gone to meet 
that boy,I just should've stayed 
home and been good.
His hand in my pants,I told him 
"no"
As I fought to keep the tears in.
Finally he let go and I tried to 
go back home, "not without a 
kiss goodbye" he grabbed my 
wrist once more...
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I Stumbled

I STUMBLED INTO FORGIVENESS 
I STUMBLED INTO LIFE
PEOPLE AROUND STUMBLED INTO 
KNOWING ME
WAS I A GIFT OR A CURSE
DONT NEED A FRIEND
I DONT NEED A OK
I DONT NEED ACCEPTANCE
WEN U STUMBLED INTO THE WORLD U 
ONLY NEED ROOM
SO BACK UP GIVE ME MY TIME
MY ROOM TO RISE
LET MY LIL LIGHT SHINE
I HAVENT GIVING U PEACE
I HAVENT GIVE U HOPE
THE MOST I GAVE U WAS FAILURE
I HAVENT ACCOMPLISHED THE 
IMPOSSIBLE BECAUSE WITH ME THE 
POSSIBLE ISNT EVEN POSSIBLE.. I 
STUMBLED INTO THIS THING WE 
CALLED LIVING

Words

Im a pin cushion for other peoples sharp 
insulting words,
no matter how small they think they are.
Everyone of them stabs me ,slaps meme 
in the face,
,punches me in the gut,
makes me think and cry at night,and 
analyze myself inside and out.
Its torture
every little letter forming big words that 
really hurt.


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