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A/N Idek where the thought for this came from ;-; Reading it back over though. Omg.

I still feel your hands,
Moving over me.
Touching, squeezing,
Will I ever be free.
Free from this feeling,
Feeling so wrong.
I feel so dirty,
Like I don't belong.
No matter how hard I scrub,
The feeling never goes.
No matter what my thoughts say,
No one can ever know.
It hurts inside,
I feel so broken.
But I smile because,
What I've been through can't be spoken.