"Trust me."

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he held me close, he stroked my back
he comforted me 'round the clock
he violated me with his hands and his words
it lays in my chest like a rock

i trusted him when i shouldn't have
i was warned by his friends to be cautious
it happened to so many other girls
the thought of his laugh makes me nauseous

i hate him still, a year later
but the paranoia is still greater

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