Love beat into me that night it fisted me
and made me cry
I pretended that I liked it
So maybe he'd like me
and I lay there
My legs spread
My thighs hot and bruised
I couldn't bare to live after this war was over (I prayed he would kill me)
And I was already dead when he hurt me and raped me
and I told him I loved him.
Fox F, 15
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