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(1)
You raped my virgin intentions
Bruised my innocence
Blood oozed out of my injured feelings,
Flowed in the form of a salty stream we call tears

(2)
No one is too young for complications, in that case you can't blame me ... I'm thankful for it that it has tamed me

Yet
my faith in humanity shrank slowly, it can fit in my pocket along with seemingly similar garbage !!

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