Kim Smyth
1 min readAug 8, 2018

Stolen was my innocence, the day you took my flower

Stolen was my trust, while you gained even more power

Just a notch upon your belt, not considerate of how I felt

Left alone to deal with the pain

While you are free to plunder again.

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Kim Smyth
Kim Smyth

Written by Kim Smyth

Freelance writer/blogger, editor-creator of Twisted Trunk Travels-my new travel blog.

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