I will never forget the way you laid your hands upon my pale skin. So greedily, taking everything you could. And leaving nothing but a shell of who I was. You stole the best parts of me. You took my happiness and bravery. Now I fear all. One touch and you ruined my life.
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The Dark Days
PoetryIn the beginning, it was all rainbows and unicorns. Messy handwriting and uncontrollable giggling. The small worries, from friends to best friends. But now this little joys have turned into memories. A book on poetry, trigger warning on sexual assa...
