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I said "no", he heard "yes"
I said "stop", he didn't
I cried, he laughed
I pushed him away, he was stronger
I screamed, he silenced me
I was a kid, he was my brother
I was 11, he was 16
I still feel hands on my body, that he doesnt even remember were there.
YOU ARE READING
It's not a fairy tale.
Poetrythis is a book, filled with poems that either I wrote or saw inspiring. Some of them are about love, some about more dark things, writing is my way of dealing with the pain. I hope you find them inspiring also, or can feel some type of comfort upon...
