That touch will stay with her.
She remembers...
How could she possibly forget?
No one to hear her yell.
No one to turn to and tell.
The touch that lasts forever.
The touch that lingers strong.
Just the touch...
The trust that let it happen.
The lust that brought it on.
The option that was taken.
The innocence that was lost.
Her choice was only to choose.
But now her choice is gone.
Because of the lust that made it happen.
Betrayed by the trust that brought it on...
Author notes
Something good huh...
A lady gave me five dollars the other day! =)
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its good, good luck
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A trust like that, and to have it stolen afterwards, is both sad and abuse. I can feel for her, and my feelings are missing, so I am searching for them.
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That didn't help at all?
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