Stolen Innocence.

My innocence was given to you. It was to be something we could share. But you didnt care. Now here I sit broken and bleeding, thinking of your deceiving ways. And wondering how I can still love you.

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dark_angel15
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How often do you write poetry?
Daily
33%
Weekly
5%
Monthly
5%
When the mood strikes
43%
During stressful or emotional times
5%
Not that frequently
10%
I just like to read poetry
0%
Total votes: 21