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no no no
No one hears my voice
They all act like it was my choice
Can a child really give consent
No, and for this I resent
You sit and stare like I'm a whore
But no, my dear I'm dead at the core
My innocence was stolen
Now my heart is bleeding and swollen
You want to blame me
But no, no, no I scream
They all act like it was my choice
Can a child really give consent
No, and for this I resent
You sit and stare like I'm a whore
But no, my dear I'm dead at the core
My innocence was stolen
Now my heart is bleeding and swollen
You want to blame me
But no, no, no I scream
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