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I thought I was special when he talked to me. 

Our eight year age difference intrigued me.

Laughter and sweet small talk consumed our weeks.

His vast charisma and poise decived me.

After I gave into him I realized his intentions.

It was all just a ploy to mark a box off his bucket list.

I felt so decieved and forgotten.

My body and feelings deserve to be to be respected.

I am more than a commemoration.

I will look to be treated with kindness and patience.

No more rushed touches will be allowed in my situation.


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