Memory

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~both me and my friend wrote this

You used my mind and tainted it,
You took different colors and painted shit.
My innocence, your crime,
You poisoned my brain and took what was mine.

Tore my protection, but I still put up a fight,
Screamed and scratched but you were still in sight.
I'm a victim to your wants and needs,
But your mind is something I refuse to feed,
You ripped me apart like a clover,
But in the end, you got fucked over.

Still haunted by the memory,
Why did it have to be me?
What you did,
I was just a kid.

In your eyes, I saw lust,
You ran your fingers through me like I was dust.
The stench surrounding the air,
I tried to leave, it just isn't fair.
You're in my eyes,
You are the memory I despise.

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