I felt him
In me
I felt him
I didn't like it
My clothes stained with him on it
Was I asking for it ?
Was I asking nice ?
Was I asking twice ?
She was asking for it
She was asking for it
She was asking for it
Every time I saw him I felt like he claimed me to be a "man"
I will make you tell the truth
The knife in my hand as I opened his door.
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Poison tree out 𖣂
