I Was FourA Poem by AuthoressMolestation and self-harm.
I don't know what happened
I've got slices on my thighs and cuts on my hips that'll never be the right size and I don't know how to stop anymore I don't know how to stop anymore I was four I was four when he touched me on my hips, it was gross and my waist is disgusting and I could never stand most of what made me happy before I don't know what all this is for I don't know how to stop anymore I was four
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Added on December 30, 2014 Last Updated on December 30, 2014 Tags: molestation, rape, sexual abuse, trigger warning, self-harm, self harm, cutting AuthorAuthoressAvon Park, FLAboutsinger/songwriter, half-assed youtuber, love lover, hug master more..Writing
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