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Don't
Don’t touch me, don’t touch me
You knew I was too fragile
But yet you still touched me
You pretended to love me
But we both know you weren’t pretending, we both knew that wasn’t real
That was just all in my head
we both knew I would make up a fantasy just to explain what I did
We both knew you were just fulfilling a devils desire
My flesh, my bones, my soul cried afterwards not knowing where to go
Or knowing how to feel
I laid there the next day not wanting to move
I feared if I moved I would break
I imagined breaking
I don’t understand
None of my friends went through this
I’m so afraid to admit this at fear of being right
But maybe it wasn’t my time
God knew it wasn’t because if it was
I wouldn’t be diagnosed
I wouldn’t be running the scenes in my head almost a year later
I wouldn’t still be crying
I forgive but I can’t wait to forget
Forget that I have to grow up some time
Forget that time moves faster than me and you
I asked time to slow sown and it said no
So I back to crying my eyes out
Not ready to move on
Never ready to forget

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