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| FORCED I say no I say stop I say no I say stop I push you away you come forward keep perfectly still NO STOP PLEASE STOP NO... |
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| HIM something's wrong you feel different different today your voice is off your smell is falsely sweet your posture is stiff you have his eyes but you are not him you are not him you are not him |
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| MY PAST LIVES past lives funny things forced down held in place no power to stop it forced, raped past lives funny things blade in hand ending it all pain in the wrists life flowing away past lives funny things betrayed cold eyes on me you tell me it was all a lie nothing that was felt was real all alone past lives funny things aren't they? |
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| � D. R. Vecchione | ||||||||||||||
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