It wasn't a fairytale
In fact it was
A nightmare
I was sixteen
Now at eighteen
I realize what really
Happened
To me
I was sexually assaulted
By someone I
Trusted
He pushed me against a
Wall
I said stop
He wouldn't listen
He was my first kiss
But I didn't want to
Kiss him
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Poetry
PoetryI'm bad at description so here's a poem instead. i was eight he was nine i said, "i love you" he said, "goodbye" that was the last time i saw the boy with the crystal blue eyes
