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Young, innocent girl.. too young to speak up. Old enough to know whats wrong too quiet to share the despair. I came to play video games you were interested in something more real, "wrestling" is what you called it, code for "I wanna cop a feel". You wouldn't stop, the quiet ones are easy to manipulate, a 3rd grade nerd/outcast was who you chose to rape. Someone who'd never tell, so embarrassed to be apart of this, "it's all my fault, I should've told" starts to sink in. 2 years more introverted I became, not being able to trust a soul, having been taken advantage of by someone so close. Think of how that girl felt to have her innocence taken away, not by her own choice, it haunts her everyday. To grow up alongside the ones who hurt her, smiling as if it doesn't hurt, pretending not to remember the pain they had her endure. Life with everyday struggle on top of this one secret that rattles her brain, who am I to trust when I've kept this in for so long, who am I to trust when people take me so wrong. I'm not good for anyone, I'm damaged, broken, I try picking up the pieces but some wounds are still open. I'll never find someone that won't stray once they know the truth, no one wants to be with someone who's been tainted since youth.