When it happens to other people
You say poor thing
That you're so sorry
But when it happens to you
It's different
It's real
You feel the pain
The hurt
As they steal your soul
Your innocence
Your childhood
Your right to choose
Taking away something they had no right to take
Shattering you to the bone
It will never come back to you
But you have to move on
As your body lies broken
Well after they're gone
Love is no longer something you feel
They stole that too
Is anything real?
Anything good
Anything true
All that you thought was
It couldn't happen to you

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A/n: This is something I wrote, that's very personal, although not about
myself. I have no right to disclose whom, and still doubt my putting this
up. I hope you can get something out of this, I know I did writing it.