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This is why it means so little. Since the age of 12 I witnessed it on a big screen. Moans of pleasure, but just for the treasure. Beneficial for the wealth that made their pockets as big as their prints. But love was never in the picture. Middle school was filled big bellies and open mouths. Everybody wanting a quick nut, no planters. Never thinking about the consequences, just the short satisfactions. Or the fact that at the age of 16 I almost lost my innocence. Hands on my body, lips on my neck. "Stop" must've meant "go", and the word "no" must've sounded like "yes" My savior happened to be a gun pressed between fingers, As he ran out of the back door before it got too much for him to handle. It could be because of my first boyfriend, who wasn't my first. And though even with sex, I still ended up getting hurt. Because I wasn't the only one. And even when we did, it always ended with a problem. More than one ...