What One Boy Did
It can kill you,
I'm dead serious.
When people mess around,
With your emotions,
It'll hurt.
Bad.
I of all people,
Should know.
I've had it done to me,
And I do it,
To other people.
No I'm not,
A slutty playgirl.
Or a whore,
At that matter.
It all happened,
Because of what,
One boy did.
And I haven't,
Been the same since.
YOU ARE READING
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