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How could you make me do that
How could you make me send those pictures
How could you make me say those things
How could you make me think those things
Why
You know how wrong it is
You continued to do it
I knew how wrong it was
I continued to say
When i said no
I said no
No no no no no no
You didn’t care
It’s love
It’s just love
It can stay between us
I love you
I do this because I love you
Don’t you trust me
No
I don’t trust you
I’m not supposed to love this
You make me crave this
You make me want it again and again and again and again and again and again and again
What did you do to me
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twinklelore
This feels like a scream wrapped in poetry—raw, real, and aching. I don’t know your full story, but I feel the weight in every word. You didn’t deserve to be manipulated under the guise of love. The way someone twists your trust can leave echoes that don’t fade easily. But please know: your voice is powerful, and reclaiming it—like you’re doing here—is strength. You are not alone in this
thank you :) i was not feeling well that day.. i pretty much just represented how i felt when being groomed but im slightly ok now
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