Abuse Poems by Teens

Abuse Poems by Teens

Poems about Victims of Child Abuse

When a child is a victim of abuse by a member of their family, their world has changed forever. They may have loved their abuser and the abuser has turned the relationship into something sadistic and cruel. The victim of abuse is likely to feel very confused. How can they sort out the feelings of affection that they have for their abuser with the sick and disgusting act that was done to them. Feelings that result from abuse should not be buried away. As painful as it is, victims must talk about their experience and share their pain with others. Finding meaning in suffering is the road to healing.

53 Poems about Abused Children

  1. 1. I Still Remember What You Did To Me

    • By Kay Bell
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2012

    I'm 17 and started writing poems not too long ago. I figured out it was a great way for me to get my anger out, since I was abused as a child. It affects me so much, even to this day. I don't think I'll ever forgive my molester, and I have still not had the strength to tell anyone but my best friend. I promised myself he will not have control over me, and letting my feelings out will help me keep my promise.

    Abused And Unable To Forgive Poem

    Behind my smile lie my fears
    Behind those laughs I hide my tears
    I'm one of those you call fake
    And the more I go the more I ache

    I have a dark secret I cannot tell
    Sometimes it feels like a wizard's spell
    I've been told it's not my fault
    How could I know it was assault?

    I still see him everywhere
    Why is that? It's so unfair
    He took away my innocence
    He forced me into silence

    They say I should forgive
    But he's made my life hard to live
    I see him in my dreams
    I hope he can hear my screams

    It isn't fair that he's free
    He ruined my life the day he molested me
    I try to move forward
    But it's as if I'm anchored

    I'm trying real hard
    But still I'm so scarred
    I try to hide my pain
    Even though it drives me insane

    To you I may seem happy
    But deep inside I'm really angry
    Because behind my smile lie my fears
    Because behind those laughs I hide my tears
    I'm the one you call fake
    Some days I just wish people knew how much I ache

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  2. 2. Broken Wings

    • By Kathryn
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2015

    This poem is about a girl who gets abused by her father, and her mom knows about it, but she doesn't do anything about it. The girl and her mom both end up dying. A girl I knew from a different school died from abuse, and child abuse needs to be ended. This is for you, Jazz.

    Poem Of Girl Trying To Tell Mom About Abuse

    I tried to tell you
    Now it's too late
    I sit waiting
    At heaven's gate

    He abused me, Mom
    You never seemed to care
    Now I lie in a black coffin
    Full of despair

    How many times
    Did you hear me cry?
    Did you ever think
    It'd get so bad I'd die?

    I am an angel now
    With long white wings
    Flying higher each day
    No longer feeling his stings

    I'll watch over you, Mom
    Do what you didn't do for me
    You pretended not to hear
    Pretended not to see

    Now you wait at heaven's gate
    Just as I once did
    You have now come to realize
    The pain that I once hid

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  3. 3. Dad

    • By Jessica
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2017

    This is the poem that I used to tell my mother about the abuse that my father was doing to me. I couldn't bear to tell her face to face, so I passed her this poem. I was 12 when the abuse started, and it continued until about age 16. I have definitely had my struggles through healing, but my mom was very supportive of me. It breaks my heart to know that there are others out there who have suffered the same or worse than I.

    Telling Mom About Abuse

    I quiver as he stands above me.
    I'm curled up on the ground.
    He looks down upon me.
    I do not make a sound.

    He reaches down and grabs me
    As I make a quiet peep.
    No one in the house can hear me
    Because they are all asleep.

    I tremble and I try to get away,
    But he is so much bigger.
    He tells me to obey.

    The next morning when the sun begins to rise
    He leaves me alone.
    I feel the relief once he is gone.
    I get up with a moan.

    I get ready for the day.
    I try to forget about the night.
    Like an eraser for my mind,
    I erase the black to white.

    He tells me he will stop
    At one time or another.
    He makes me promise not to tell
    Anyone, especially mother.

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  4. 4. Broken Smile

    • By Rayne
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2013

    I am strongly against abuse. I have never been abused, but I know people who are. I have been inspired by reading these poems from people on these websites. Notice, in my poem, the girl doesn't even think about telling someone. It shows how alone and terrified abuse can make people feel. I want everyone who is abused to come out and tell someone, please!!

    Smartest, hottest, most popular girl
    She flashes a smile that would make your vision swirl
    Silky brown hair down to her waist
    Everyone she meets, she will embrace
    Such a perfect girl with a warm, kind heart
    No one knows the secrets that tear her apart

    Perfect tan skin that never ceases to amuse
    Choosing clothes that will hide the bruises
    Strutting down the halls with unbeatable grace
    No one knows the torture she has to face
    She watched the clock with a sad, broken face
    As soon someone approaches, the smile is back in place

    When she comes home, it is impossible to smile
    He breaks her body and spirit in such a violent style
    She arrives home, desperately hoping he wasn't there
    As he calls her from his room, her eyes fills with despair
    Her eyes start watering, knowing what is to come
    Just imagining the bloody mess she was to become

    Her body shaking, she heads up the stairs
    Hoping God will answer her prayers
    She starts stripping her clothes along the way
    Again, not knowing if it was her last day
    She reaches his room, not daring to look in his eyes
    Silently crying, as he runs his hands up her thighs

    He lays her down and the painful sting returns
    No matter how many times it happens, it still burns
    It continues for hours, then it comes to an end
    She wakes up the next morning, sore, ready to pretend
    That she is perfect, that she is okay
    Putting on makeup and shutting the pain away

    She fixes herself and looks in the mirror
    "That's not me," the thought becomes clearer
    Her trademark smile is in perfect place
    The sadness is blocked away from her face
    She feels she could collapse under the strain
    She heads out the door, repeating the cycle again

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  5. 5. You...

    This poem is about an abusive relationship I was in for 8 months. This poem represents the pain and the confusion I went through and the pain that came with it. In the end, I finally had to let go.

    An Abusive Relationship That Caused Depression

    Your words to me are weakness.
    They slay me to the ground.
    Sometimes you make me feel lost,
    Though I'm wishing I were found.

    Your voice to me is quicksand,
    So soft yet full of danger.
    Sometimes you start out happy,
    But in the end you're filled with anger.

    Your eyes to me are icy,
    So beautiful yet so hard.
    Sometimes I pray to fix you,
    But some people are just too scarred.

    Your fist to me is deadly,
    So powerful yet deserved.
    It makes me question your love for me,
    And my tears feel like they burn.

    My love for you is toxic,
    So enchanting yet so wrong.
    Sometimes I feel I'm drowning.
    I feel like I'm going.

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  6. 6. My Life

    • By Zach
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008

    I'm Zach. I'm 16, and the abuse has been happening since I was a child. It finally stopped 3 years ago.

    Abused By Dad Poem

    surrounded by walls
    nowhere to go
    walls are closing in
    no more air flow

    no one can hear you
    like you're never there
    no one can help
    no one is there

    kicking and screaming
    yelling for help
    mom sits and watches
    while dad grabs his belt

    mom doesn't say anything
    until dad leaves
    she doesn't care
    at least I didn't believe

    this always happened
    every single night
    mom just sat and watched
    without putting up a fight

    going to school
    with new bruises every day
    teachers always asked
    I blew their help away

    knowing if I told
    it would only get worse
    begging on my knees
    for him not to immerse

    just laying there as time passed by
    watching myself get beat
    I just thought to myself
    one day I'll be back on my feet

    the time had finally come
    many years after
    I finally stood up for myself
    it never happened thereafter

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  7. 7. Abuser

    • By Patty Newkirk
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2011

    My disabled daughter was abused by her aide the last 2 years of high school. We ran into the aide at a craft store, and it triggered my daughter's memories. I wanted to express my feelings.

    Shame on you for playing with her mind.
    I know a place for one of your kind.
    I know someday you'll get you're due
    'Cause the devil is waiting for you.
    She knew what you did was wrong.
    She withstood your physical abuse for too long.
    Now that the truth is out,
    And she can shout,
    It's not fair! It's not right!
    To suffer now after the fight.
    The feelings of anger and tears come every day.
    Wishing the trauma and memories would go away.
    Shame! Shame on you for destroying my little girl's mind.

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  8. 8. The Day The Angels Descend

    • By Sabrina
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2015

    When you get abused every day and you're forced to live with the pain, you end up wishing to take your last breath and finally leave it all behind.

    Poem About Wanting Abuse To End

    Hits of fury,
    Gasps for air,
    Vision's blurry,
    Eyes a stare.
    My lifeless body,
    Cold at soul,
    Lies here breathless,
    Story untold.
    One hit too many,
    Mind left query,
    But I'll smile when it ends,
    For that's the day
    The angels descend.

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  9. 9. Too Fast

    • By Samantha Hann
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2015

    This poem was written by me after a very abusive relationship where I didn't want to leave him, but I didn't have a choice. I was hiding too many bruises; they just got too hard to hide. I really loved him, and I still do, but I just couldn't take it anymore.

    Poem About Being Stuck In Abusive Relationship

    Everything is going way too fast.
    I am still trying to hide the bruises from my past.
    The scars are there
    that mirror my greatest fear.
    How long can I stay this way,
    stuck on yesterday?
    When will it be time to forget the sorrow?
    When will it be time for tomorrow?
    When will the clouds of gray
    take off and drift away?

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  10. 10. Hide And Seek

    • By Emily
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2011

    I'm 16 years old. I've lived through a lot and I feel like writing helps to get some of the pain off my shoulders. My parents play games with me. Hide and seek is their favourite, hence the name of the poem. Other people who go through this daily, you are in my prayers. I know how you feel. I have lived with this for 10 years of my life, and I will never be able to forget it.

    Abused By Dad Poem

    I try to be quiet
    I hear them get closer
    their shoes echo on the floor
    my life's a roller coaster.

    Was it honestly she
    who told me she loved me
    not three hours before
    holding me closely.

    All has changed now
    'cause he has arrived.
    He scares me so much
    I run and I hide.

    They're trying to find me.
    They're using the trick -
    take a few steps
    and listen for a tick,

    wait for the sound
    for my breath to run out.
    I'll need to breathe soon
    then I'm busted, sought out.

    I know what is coming
    it's easier to surrender
    to broken bones and bruises.
    I can explain them later.

    Pulled up from my place
    I can see his smile
    smell the scotch on his breath
    I have to swallow the bile.

    I try to be quiet
    not a sound, not a peep
    I'm scared of his games.
    I don't like hide and seek.

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  11. 11. Pain

    • By Rose Caraway
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2013

    I am a sixteen-year-old girl who was with a fifteen-year-old boy when I was thirteen, and he physically, emotionally, and sexually abused me. Ladies, if you are in this type of relationship, it's not okay. Tell someone and get out of there. And also don't blame yourself. It's not your fault he treats you this way. It's his.

    Poem About Boyfriend Abusing Girlfriend

    You saw me at my good and bad times
    You told me that you loved me
    You made me feel as if I was on top of the world
    You made me promises you just wouldn't keep

    Everything you told me
    I was foolish enough to believe
    Everything you told me
    I just wanted to see

    Before the drugs
    We were fine
    We never even fought
    But then you thought you had to keep me in line

    I did everything for you
    Without question
    Without anything in return
    But if I did one thing wrong
    You'd hit me until it burned

    I was so young
    And couldn't possibly understand
    Why you felt the need to
    Hit, kick, punch, curse and cut me

    And if that wasn't bad enough
    You took the only thing I wanted to keep
    You took my virginity
    From me

    You would let your friend
    Watch you beat me
    And sometimes you would let
    them beat me too

    I will never forget
    Your face
    It will haunt me
    For all my life

    You always used to say to me
    We'll always be together
    And this is true
    Because I'll never forget your angry face
    And you'll never forget mine
    For it was black and blue

    You bruised and cut me wherever
    You possibly could
    And I went to the doctor to find out
    They are there for good

    You ruined me
    Destroyed me
    Broke me into a million pieces
    And the best part about it is
    You just laughed in my face

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  12. 12. I'm Left Silent

    • By Grecia
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2017

    This is about a terrible part of my life. Let's just...well, let's just leave it at that...

    Abuser Taking Away My Voice

    I'm left silent,
    I'm left in pain.
    You are so violent
    and completely insane.

    The way you touched
    and hurt me so well
    left my body crushed,
    and you could tell.

    But you loved me hurt,
    broken and bruised.
    When you'd rip my shirt,
    you'd yell I lose.

    And I always did,
    for you were stronger,
    and whenever I hid,
    you hurt me longer.

    I didn't deserve it,
    but now I have no choice.
    I'll have to endure it,
    for I have no voice.

    So forget me,
    but remember,
    I'll never forget you.

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    Tears run down my face
    He screams, I cry harder
    I look at my father
    He is red and angry again

    What did I do, why I do suffer?
    Always a why, but never an answer
    Hurt, pain,...

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  13. 13. Your Abuse

    This poem is NOT ABOUT CHILD ABUSE FROM PARENTS. Some of you might mistake it as that, but it's not. I wrote this about my best friend who's much stronger than me, and we're both kind of in different social groups. He playfully hits me but really hard. And it hurts a lot. He's really nice to me when it's just me and him, but sometimes he can be a little violent. But every time, I keep forgiving him when I probably shouldn't.

    Poem About Physical Abuse From A Friend

    Fragile, breakable,
    These things you know.
    And you still scream and hit.
    And the punches you throw,
    They sting and cut deep,
    Until my faith in you is gone.
    You had said you wouldn't hurt me,
    But I still want to run.
    Run. Run away.
    Away from this pain.
    Away from the lies
    And all these stupid games.
    I'm sick of playing them.
    I want to know for sure.
    You only treat me well
    Behind closed doors.
    You never hold back,
    You unleash, and it hurts.
    You're nice and you're sweet,
    And then you treat me like dirt.
    It doesn't make you tough,
    Or even remotely cool.
    It makes you look like a jerk
    And a fool.
    I make mistakes,
    And that hurts enough,
    Without your violence
    And you beating me up.
    How cruel it is
    To duff up the meek,
    And how pathetic it is
    To beat up the weak.
    You keep reassuring me
    That everything is fine,
    But I know you don't mean it
    Because you said that the last time.
    Your abuse is unforgivable,
    But I keep crawling back.
    You beg for my forgiveness,
    And I do with obvious
    Lack of better judgment,
    Because if I could hate you, I would.
    But I guess I'm too dumb
    To do what I should.

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  14. 14. Masks

    • By Lenny Dean
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009

    I am a girl of only 16, and yet I wear a mask of someone much older. My step-father who lived with us since I was 3 sexually abused me. I hope someone gets something, anything out of my poem.

    My Father Broke Me

    No one knows me
    Not the real soul
    They see my mask
    Deceiving them is my goal

    No one will know
    No one will find
    No one will search
    They leave me behind

    I try to keep up
    To be like them
    But I know I'll never
    Ever be the same as them

    I lost my innocence
    And that's what they have
    My father broke me
    Into two halves

    One was a joyful child
    Filled with hopes
    But that was a mask
    I'll show you the ropes

    All you have to do is pretend
    Become an actress
    Seem not to care
    Become weightless, airless

    But not really
    It's a mask.

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  15. 15. Abuse

    • By Kate
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2011

    My baby's dad passed a year after she was born. He was nice at first but became violent. This is for everyone out there, do not think just because you had a baby together that you can't leave if you're being hurt.

    Leave If You're Hurt

    The only thing you ever gave me were black and blue eyes,
    And it always ended in me letting out cries.

    You would come home angry, scream in my face,
    Waste no time showing me that I was a disgrace,
    Always threatened me, said not to tell,
    But everyone knew I was going through hell.

    Why should I have to pay for your crime,
    Why should I have to take the time
    To cover up the scars and emotions you left for me,
    When the teachers and doctors knew I was leaning out, a plea for safety.

    I will never forget how you came home at night,
    The only emotion I felt was pure fright.

    Now that you're gone for good,
    I can say that I never quite understood,
    What I did wrong for you to do that to me,
    But now that you're gone, I am free.

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  16. 16. Stop Child Abuse

    • By Kavanna
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2012

    My cousin was abused by her dad, so I wrote this from her point of view. I wish she would have told me so I could have stopped it earlier. Don't worry, she is not dead, just really depressed but is recovering. I wish her all the best and love her with all of my heart.

    Physical Abuse Poem

    I sat alone in the cold dark room
    I knew that he would be home soon
    I really wish that people knew
    how much pain I was going through

    I heard a car park outside.
    If someone could hear me I would have cried
    The door opened viciously with a thud
    I would have ran for it if I could

    I dream of a world where I am free
    But Daddy was already looking for me
    He dragged me out from under my bed
    I knew he wished that I was dead

    Cowering in fright, I began to plea
    "Please Daddy, don't do this to me"
    But I could tell it was already too late
    The alcohol he depended on had already decided my fate

    It was all my fault that he lost his wife
    It was all my fault that he didn't like life
    He kicked me and punched me
    I never dare to disagree

    I am used to being shoved against a wall
    I am used to him making me feel so small
    The false laughter, the broken smile

    With the first strike I should have ran a mile
    I am warning you, never hide away
    Never ever pretend everything is okay
    Get help before it's too late...

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  17. 17. Nightmares

    • By Julie
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2014

    I have been abused since I was a little girl. Right now I'm just a teen. I still suffer the mental abuse, and now he wants to drag me down again into that darkness.

    Today was the day I died inside.
    Today was the day it all went up in flames,
    or should I say everything ran cold,
    the day where you hurt me so bad,
    the day where you made me so sad.
    Today was the day it went to hell because today was the day you beat me so bad,
    and now I lie on the floor watching the light dim and hearing the sounds fade.
    All I can think of is if the pain will end and will it all be all right when it does?
    Will the world miss me, surely not for I am nothing.
    But maybe when the pain and the light are almost completely gone,
    maybe I will see again, maybe I will be loved again,
    and maybe, just maybe, it will all be worth living through the pain to the end.
    But maybe, maybe it won't,
    maybe the nightmares come back,
    and then the darkness starts to come again,
    and he'll be there with that look that strikes fear into my very heart
    and makes my body and blood run cold with fright, and pain, and even sorrow.
    This is the poem of my nightmares, nightmares that sadly aren't just dreams that I can wake up from.

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  18. 18. A Sunny Day To Remember

    • By Annie
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2011

    This is about my ex boyfriend. He sexually assaulted me. It happened a year ago. But I still hurt every day. I have images of it in my head. I can't sleep without having nightmares, and I can't breathe knowing he still breathes as well. This is my story;

    It was a sunny day,
    and I knew what I was in for.
    All I could do was pray.
    Hoping he wouldn't make me feel like a whore.
    When he found me.
    He said, "Let's go."
    I wanted to break free.
    Just say no.
    Wishing I could hide.
    I was shaking, I was scared.
    Knowing I couldn't escape, even if I dared.
    I've lost all of my pride.
    I was only 13, you took my innocence.
    You tore my heart.
    Why did this horrible event commence.
    I'm broken, torn apart.
    I moaned in pain.
    I held my tears back.
    My cry for him to stop was vain.
    Keeping silent.
    Letting him take control of me, as if I was a game console.
    His actions were so violent.
    My life, my happiness, he stole..

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  19. 19. Truth

    • By Kari
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2009

    This is a poem about how I was sold for money by my own mom. I'm ten years old and finally ran away and got help. I let it go three years. And now I'm in foster care.

    Sold By Mother For Money

    Shut your mouth and listen to what I have to say.
    I'm going to take you back to that one specific day.
    I was laying in bed alone while listening to you and him talk on the phone.
    You said, "Well if they have the money I don't see why not.
    She'll be ready by 9 o'clock."
    You came in and said it's time to get up.
    "Shower well and I'll make you pretty with make up."
    In a pretty white dress and hair done to match,
    You told me I'm a breath-taking catch.
    I sat on the couch waiting with you,
    But what was in store for me I had no clue.
    They came in three men.
    I will never forget the sight of them.
    They tossed you a wad of money,
    while grabbing my hand and saying, "Come with me, honey."
    I didn't want to go, but you made me.
    You let them rape me for money!
    I cried and tried to run away,
    But you helped them push me on the bed and screamed STAY!
    You said to be a good little girl or I'll make you sad,
    So I shut my mouth and let them do the things that were bad.
    I was only 7 years old and already my innocence was lost.
    You needed the money but at what cost?
    Every day those men came over and brought more.
    Each time you just watched at the door.
    I ran away at the age of eight.
    Why was I put into this fate?
    I was ashamed of what was done,
    So of course I could tell no one.
    The day you found me you said things changed,
    That I won't have to do those things.
    Well mom, it was that way for a month; then you started again.
    Through the door each day came the men and their friends.
    Well I'm ten now and things got to come to an end.
    You see I became a "woman" at the age of 9 with my monthly "friend."
    Tonight while you're asleep I'm packing my bag to quietly leave,
    But I want you to know that while the men were doing their "deed,"
    One of them impregnated me with their seed.

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  20. 20. Self Portrait

    • By Alisin
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2017

    I was molested at the age of 5 by my best friend's brother when I spent the night over at her house. I hope you enjoy my poem; I worked very hard on it.

    Molested By Best Friend's Brother

    I will now tell you a sad little tale
    About a young girl, so fragile and frail.
    A mere five years old was this little girl,
    With big blue eyes and a golden blonde curl.

    Innocent and sweet, she was so carefree.
    Looking for her friend, where could she be?
    She went down the street to her friend's house.
    She was as quiet as a little mouse.

    She walked to the house on that fateful day
    To be robbed; forever changed she would stay.
    She walked down the hallway to the bedroom,
    Entering the darkness, such hateful gloom.

    She spent the night not knowing
    Her life would forever change.
    She laid there innocent and faultless.

    Her friend's brother stood over her as she slept,
    But She had no reason to fear,
    For to her heart, he was so very dear.
    What happened next changed her life forever.

    For on that unforgettably horrible day
    He had violated her in every way.
    He hurt her more than words could ever express.
    He took off her panties, took off her pants,
    Molested her and hurt her as she screamed in great fear,
    Then he made her dry up her every tear.

    As he cleaned up the mess, he thought of a plan.
    "We must tell no one, they'd not understand,
    Especially your mother. Oh, how she'll hate you.
    She'll spank you until you are black and blue."

    Well, here I am now, a child no more.
    I carried my guilt alone, pain I bore.
    I hated myself, I took all the blame,
    Living my life in disgrace, utter shame.
    Now I know the truth. I realized
    It was you who should have been blamed.
    You violated me and hurt me,
    You so called "friend"!

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