Yes, I was 8.
I didn't understand what it was, I thought they were being mean, they used to beat me up all the time, then this started. Noone believed me, when I came screaming into the house my parents would push be back out because i needed to toughen up. god my hands are shaking. i dont talk about this
I still dont like guys, i have the hardest time with women because i cant be to aggressive becuase I get worried they might not be willing


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This kills me!
That was a good poem! A very sad, good poem. You are awesome and brave, woman.
you. That was such a sad, beautiful poem.



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