TW: GROOMING AND SEXUAL ASSAULT
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i hold my stomach in one hand and my phone in the other
Laying on my bed in my filth
The dirty spreads from my tummy to my hands
And the tears start to come
Like your messages
The way you flatter me
Flatter the way i look, talk, and walk
Flatter how i obey you
But it doesn't mean anything when i still feel dirty
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Watch me Wilt
Poetryi've saved up a lot of old poems in my notes and i feel like it might be nice to share them. i'll make sure to add proper TWs to each chapter so please be aware of that. I hope you can enjoy this as much as i've worked to make it. Please feel free t...
