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I trusted you...

I trusted you...
and you broken me.
Was it fun to see me cry?

You released yourself in me,
I'm only six, you must be sick.
Do you feel like a man,
when you tossed me aside?

I trusted you...
and you've broken me.

I smiled, to hide my shame,
My eyes are cheerful,
though my heart bleeds.

Well I'm 30 now,
and it's engraved...
Shame & pretense is my name.

I trusted you...
and you've broken me...

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  • xeroabyss II
    September 1

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    You shouldn't feel shame for being the victim of something you could not stop.
    It isn't as if you lead some feind on with misleading talk and body language.
    Be a victim proper and be pissed and hateful to that person, make fliers saying "This monster did this to me", and post them at McDonalds and the gas station.
    But I guess mayhaps I can't ever begin to understand, never having fallen prey to such a predator before.