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Violated
My body is rotten
My flesh on the floor
The face he’s forgotten
Begins to feel sore
My radiance was stolen
Innocence has left me
It was me he had chosen
My soul is not free
“But what were you wearing?”
“Surely it’s a mistake”
Under my breath I was swearing
They called me a fake
My temple was opened
Rooms left unclean
The walls are now broken
I was only a teen
I want to forget
Let the past be undone
Can my life please reset?
I was taken too young
“Why didn’t you fight?”
“That accusation? Absurd!”
I am far from “alright”
My cries, never heard
My figure collapses
Only bones still remain
My skin burns to ashes
The blood falls like rain
My body feels ill
He left me to die
They prescribe me a pill
Cover me up as a lie
I remember so clearly
His words were rehearsed
He meant them “sincerely”
Yet I’m left with a curse
His laugh in my ears
His touch burns like poison
Disregarding my tears
Oh why was I chosen?
I hope I’m his first
I hope I’m his last
No one needs to feel worse
Then when I was harassed
I don’t know his name
But I know his true nature
May the demons come claim
Their dangerous creature
How many years has it been?
Since I came to a halt
When did the rotting begin?
How many believing, it was my fault?
My mind is a child’s
Always running from that man
My form has been defiled
This life was not my plan
Do not drown me with blames
For so long I have ached
Because society claims
“Boys cannot be raped”

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