another day passes by
in which
they holler that
she's a loser
they chant that
she's a prostitute
they scream that
she should be dead
and oh how i wish that
i could one day rattle their
invalidated opinions.
—
" she's not the slut they say she is . ."
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RECORD PLAYER. POETRY
Poesía❝ ESCAPISM ISN'T FREEDOM. ❞ She drowns along with the haunting cries of his record player. Except the drowning she suffers from never stops, and like the record player, one can only find their self to listen. 2018 © importedbeverages STATUS : comple...
