I wonder how many other girls like me
Have asked boys like you to hit them
I still remember sitting here, typing those words.
I remember brutal, bloody, frustrated honesty
I remember you saying you wouldn't,
That you would never,
You paragon of decency, you
And I still stand by what I said
All those years ago
I wish I had a scar to show them
Because my words are lies
But all bodies bleed the same.
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