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A girl named Heather. 2/3/04
Covers still warm with the scent of your flesh.
What have I become?
Liquid still dripping from my legs.
What have you done?
Once a child; now a woman.
You have taken my one last dying hope of innocence-
My white wedding veiled in you yellow smoke.
Too weak to sew the wounds shut forever.
No second chance for purity; you’ve ruined me.
While you may not think of that night everyday like I do.
You’ll always remember the rape of a girl named Heather.
