his hands

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I can feel them

on my chest, my legs, my arms, my face 

make it stop

 get them off me

I cant scream, I cant talk, I cant move 

 what is happening?

Where is my mom?

 I need my mom, I need to be safe, I need to protected 

Get  his hands of me 

get them out my brain

 get them out my memory 

get them away from me 

his hands

his fingers 

touching me, holding me 

make it stop 

 I don't want his hands 

I don't want this 

I don't want anything 

make it stop 

stop 


Hi guys 

have a great day 

STAY WARM AND DRINK HOT CHOCOLATE 

BYE MY LOVES 

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