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Becoming a Toy

If I showed too much 


That meant I was good enough

 

To be so little 


But then I am blamed for it, and that it’ll 


Be ok as long as I don’t talk about it


Told that “boys will be boys”


But no, my body isn’t something to enjoy 


I’m sick of suffocating on their empty words 


In a world where my body is no longer mine 



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